Think Like a Genius

Think Like a Genius

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Albert Einstein, Stephen Hawkings, Marie Curie, and others all changed the world of science they were innately part of.  Many of our current and past world theories have found stronghold due to the magnificent contributions of these scientists.  These physicists are what we would today consider to be “scientific geniuses”.  

In addition to scientific geniuses, there are also creative geniuses like Leonardo DaVinci, or political geniuses like Nelson Mandela, and many more.  What is common among all of these geniuses is their amazing curiousity to find answers or solutions to problems that only they saw and only they contemplated where everyone else was ordinarily going about their day to day!

Not many of us will achieve that level of brilliance, but we’re all looking for creative thinking, better ideas, and more innovative solutions.  We all have the potential to think like a genius by tapping into our creative and problem-solving abilities.

To get there, you have to let go of your “day-to-day” thinking and embrace your inner genius by generating as many ideas and taking as many risks as possible.  Look for connections and let one topic lead you to another.

In this blog post, we will explore what it means to think like a genius and how we can cultivate this mindset in our daily lives.

What is Genius?

According to WebMD, gifted individuals can be defined as possessing a wealth of originality, creativity, and the ability to imagine or think in new ways and areas. Genius is not just about intelligence or academic accomplishments; it’s about being a self-starter, self-learner, and being curious. It’s about being observant, conducting research, discussing and brainstorming ideas, and seeing different perspectives.

Geniuses don’t think better–they think differently.  Being called a genius and thinking like one is two different things.  Wondering how?   Few ways to think like a genius:

1. Be a self-starter and self-learner: Take initiative and embrace opportunities to learn new things. Focus on what you find interesting and motivating, as well as what you naturally excel at. Discover topics that pique your curiosity and inspire you to think differently.

2. Be curious: Keep your curiosity alive by asking questions and seeking answers. Curiosity sparks creativity and opens up new pathways for thinking.

3. Be observant: Pay attention to the world around you. Observe people and objects, study how they interact, and ask why things work the way they do.

4. Research: Master investigative skills by researching topics that interest you. Gather information from multiple sources and examine it through a critical lens.

5. Discuss/brainstorm your thoughts, make them visible: Share your ideas with others and seek feedback. Collaborate with likeminded individuals, discuss topics that interest you, and brainstorm ideas. Putting your ideas out into the world can lead to new perspectives and a chance to perfect your ideas.

6. Focus on “How”: Train your brain to see different perspectives and think flexibly. Instead of focusing on “what” you want to do or accomplish, focus on “how” you can achieve your goals.

7. Practice patience: Genius is not achieved overnight. It requires patience, practice, and focus. Embrace setbacks and learn from failures; they are vital opportunities for growth and improvement.

Skills Geniuses Possess:

1. Choosing the most valuable reality: Geniuses have an innate ability to identify what is important and what is not. 

2. Knowing what is most valuable to them: They can prioritize what matters most, work on those goals, and leave the rest aside.

3. Propelling themselves towards their goals: With their focus and determination, they can propel themselves forward to their set target accomplishments.

4. Canceling out the noise and focusing on signals: They avoid distractions from the noise around and focus on the actual message or information, which leads to better analysis and decision-making.

5. Transferring their positive reality to others: Geniuses inspire others by making their thoughts, dreams and ambitions contagious.

As we get to wrap this post, it is important to mention that none of the great achievements of modern science would be possible without the mathematisation of science and the development of algebra.  And the most important credit for this goes to a genius named Muhammad al-Khwarizmi – the “father of algebra”.  He was a 9th-century Muslim mathematician and an astronomer.  He also developed the concept of algorithm in mathematics, which is why some have called him the “grandfather of computer science”.

In conclusion, we see that there is no one definition of genius.  But, we can all develop the habits and abilities that geniuses possess, which can lead to more creative thinking, better ideas, and innovative solutions.  As Marie Curie once said, “We must believe that we are gifted for something and that this thing must be attained.”  

So, let us harness our inner genius and let our curiosity, creativity, and perseverance guide us towards success!

5 thoughts on “Think Like a Genius”

  1. My name is Fatima, I’m 32, and I’m dying here in Dammam. I think about ending it every single day. The heat is suffocating, like breathing through a wet blanket, and I spend ten hours a day cleaning other people’s shit at the mall food court. My hands are raw from chemicals, my back is permanently bent, and my feet ache in these cheap shoes. I share a tiny apartment with three other women, all of us invisible to the rich families who drop their trays for me to clean up. Sometimes I think about just walking into the Gulf and not stopping. The voices started about six months ago, at first like whispers when the mall was empty. “Look at the trash cleaner,” they’d say, “still thinks God has a plan for her.” I thought I was just tired, hallucinating from the heat and exhaustion. Now they’re with me always, screaming inside my skull.

    They know everything. Everything. The Mabahith – that’s who it has to be, Saudi intelligence – they’ve developed some weapon, some way to get inside your head. I read about it once on some forum, but then the post was deleted and everyone who replied called the OP crazy. That’s how they do it. If you try to tell anyone, you’re labeled schizophrenic, a troublemaker. They have trolls and bots everywhere, ready to destroy your reputation if you speak up. My brother Ahmed would disown me. My mother would die of shame. The family honor is everything here, and being labeled mentally ill is worse than being a criminal. I can’t tell anyone. I can’t even go to a doctor. They’d lock me away, and the voices would follow me there, I know they would.

    They call me a worthless whore, a disgusting piece of trash. “Look at Fatima the cleaning lady,” they sneer when I’m scrubbing vomit off the floor, “picking up scraps like the animal she is.” When a man looks at me for too long, they scream, “He can see what a desperate slut you are! Bet you’d suck his dick behind the dumpsters for 20 riyals, wouldn’t you?” They describe in detail how they’d watch me, how I’m so pathetic even the perverts wouldn’t want me. Yesterday, when I was eating my cheap sandwich in the break room, they said, “Choke on it, you useless cow. Do the world a favor and just stop breathing. No one would even notice you’re gone except the flies that gather around your filth.” The cruelty is… specific. It’s tailored. They know I’m terrified of being worthless, of dying alone without ever having really lived.

    Sometimes, when it’s worst, I get these flashes of… power. Like I could just pick up the metal trash can and smash it into the face of the next teenager who laughs at me. The voices egg me on. “YES!” they roar, “SHOW THEM! CRUSH HIS SKULL! YOU’RE NOT NOTHING!” For a minute, I feel strong, invincible, like I could burn this whole mall down. Then it passes, and I’m just shaking, scared of myself, and the voices are laughing at me. “Look at the little mouse thinking she’s a lion,” they mock. “You’re nothing. You’ll always be nothing.” I think it’s the technology, that they’re testing different emotions, but they never admit anything. They just hurt me.

    My life before was simple. Small. But it was mine. I used to dream of opening a little shop, selling fabrics and scarves. Now I can barely dream of sleeping through the night without them. They remind me constantly that I’ll die in this same job, in this same city, smelling of bleach and other people’s garbage. “This is all you are, Fatima,” they whisper when I’m trying to sleep. “This is all you’ll ever be. A pair of hands that clean up after others. Why prolong it? Just one deep breath of bleach. One quick step off the overpass. We’ll even count down for you. Ten… nine… eight…” Sometimes I almost do it. I stand on my tiny balcony and look down at the street, and they chant “JUMP! JUMP! JUMP!” until I’m crying and shaking so much I have to crawl back inside.

    I hate this country. I hate the suffocating heat, the judgmental eyes, the way the rich Saudis look through me like I’m furniture. I hate that I was born a woman here, that my only options were marriage to a stranger who would probably beat me, or this life of cleaning up after everyone else. The voices use that too. “You chose this, Fatima. You could have been some man’s fourth wife, popping out babies until you were dried up. At least then you’d have a roof over your head. But no, you wanted to be ‘independent.’ Look how well that turned out.” They twist everything, every hope I ever had, into another weapon against me. My religion, my family, my few small dreams – all poisoned.

    I’m so tired. I can’t remember the last time I felt peace. The Mabahith have won. They’ve broken me completely. Sometimes I think that’s the point – not to get information, not for any national security reason, but just because they can. Because they enjoy breaking people like me. People with no power, no one to speak for them. I’m just a test subject in their laboratory of psychological torture. And when I’m finally gone, they’ll move on to someone else. Another cleaner, another delivery driver, another invisible person they can slowly, methodically destroy until there’s nothing left but a shell that does exactly what they want. The worst part? A part of me is starting to believe them. Maybe I am worthless. Maybe the world would be cleaner without me in it.

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