The strain of anti-intellectualism has been a constant thread winding its way through our political and cultural life, nurtured by the false notion that democracy means that "my ignorance is just as good as your knowledge."
It is mental
How stress tiptoes
Upon us when we are
The least aware, preoccupied
With our routine bag of woes.
Sometimes we feel
We have it all figured
Most plans set in stone, cognition!
Our sentient pride, existential glitter
Fickle, unclear, truly blurred.
I guess this applies
To every woman, every man.
Things happen, in hindsight reviewed
As someone said, “Life is what
happens when we make another plan”
So I chafe, then mope
And then I make amends
Like most of us, I move onwards.
Arranging my life around, and thankful
For homeostasis, and strength from friends.