A cliched as fuck question, but it is still something I regularly think about. I'm talking about personal intellect, not the intellect of humanity in general of course. And I know intellect is such a subjective term and we could argue all day what the exact definition of it is.. But for the sake of argument, I'll just broadly say "to know or be aware of". At first intellect seems like an invaluable tool.. But a tool to what? What do you achieve? Because goddamn, I am starting to think while smarts might open new doors, it closes doors to things such as happiness a little bit. I'm not that smart. A little, but I'm not a genius. But I feel like I have a certain level of "self-awareness".. I'd even toss modesty out the window and say I have a little more than most people, but how the fuck would I really know? I feel like the more the mind opens, the harsher reality gets. It makes shit hard. I think about when I was a little kid and remember never giving a fuck. I seriously at one point in time thought that I'll never die. It felt like it was one of those things you only heard about, and "it could never happen to me". Dumb as fuck, but great at the same time. I didn't know people did so many fucked up things, I didn't realize how unforgiving nature and reality really are, and I knew but didn't accept/comprehend that death has to be a part of life for now. Great stuff I wouldn't mind giving it up... but I wouldn't if I could. I'd feel deep down that I'm cheating myself. I couldn't bring myself to do it for some reason.. Which leads me to feel like "intellect" might just be a blessing.. but at the same time I feel it really limits positive emotions in ways.. And I feel like positive emotions are the most you can get out of life, and if it limits that, it's a "curse". It might just be both, but if you had to decide... which is it?