To be great is to be misunderstood.

How closely I can relate to this.  It’s a paradox however.  Part of the gratification of being great is to be recognized; to be understood.

To what end is being extraordinary if no one around you can grasp it?

For the life of me I cannot figure out why I’m bored with living but how fulfilling would it be to be great and to be understood perfectly? Is it possible to not have to trade one for the other?


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