All Are Idiots
When was the last time you had complete control over yourself?
All are idiots
When was the last time you were able to control yourself when you got angry
Or when you felt drawn to somebody you had no clue about
Do you have complete control over all your thoughts?
Which ones are allowed to come in and which ones not?
You only have control when you remember
When you have awareness—
seen yourself react
and know the triggers enough to avoid it
Like all things in life
It’s a learned experience
Some people can drive you insane like nobody else
Maybe it is due to having been suppressed all your life
As if you were held down under water for this while so that
When you finally get a breather
You are unable to hold it down further
Have you been there?
Why do we struggle at controlling ourselves?
Why do we have so much force within us
That when we comes out of us
It surprises even us ourselves
Where does such strength come from?
Are we just animals?
If we are human
Gifted with the ability to think and act with tenderness
Yet we go about on shooting sprees
Rampages
Rage
Provoking each other with rage-baiting
All without thinking
Then what are we really?
Aren’t we all idiots?
Who have been taught how to operate on one’s brain easily
How to launch an air strike or a mission to the moon
Yet we can’t sit down long enough to think
Long enough to heal ourselves
From past conditioning
Unless we give a fortune away to a therapist
And some don’t even bother
Or are aware about their shortcomings
Think Donald Trump and Elon musk
Men who have achieved so much in life
Yet do not know themselves enough to find peace or joy within
So then what are we all?
Think about this
Peace ✌🏽
This piece feels like someone finally admitting that being human is a constant tug‑of‑war between what we feel and what we wish we could control.
It captures the way emotions erupt from places we didn’t choose, surprising us with their force and leaving us wondering who we are in those moments.
There’s something deeply human in the struggle to understand why certain people or memories can undo us so completely.
The text treats our reactions not as flaws but as echoes of old pain, shaped long before we had the tools to face them.
It acknowledges how strength can burst out of us like a reflex part instinct, part history, part unhealed wound.
The contrast between our capacity for tenderness and our capacity for harm feels painfully honest.
It mourns how we can master the world outside us yet remain strangers to the storms inside our own minds.
The mention of powerful figures becomes a reminder that success means nothing without self‑awareness.
The piece circles around a quiet truth: we carry conditioning we never asked for, and healing requires courage we rarely name.
What lingers is the ache beneath the question if we don’t learn ourselves, how can we ever hope to find peace.
Shalini... this one just shook everyone by the shoulders and then sighed...
“Do you really have control though?” Rude question..! Necessary question. The underwater image is so real... of course you come up wild, you’ve been holding your breath forever.
“Aren’t we all idiots?” made me laugh out loud and then immediately stare at the wall. Rockets to the moon, zero patience for our own mess. Checks out.
I love that this doesn’t solve anything. It just points and goes: look. sit with that.
Mic down. Peace sign earned.