Dunning-Krűger Syndrom Poem by Tor Magnor Solvang

At first, you think you're grand,
Know everything, hold the land.
You don't see all you can't do,
Think you're smart, it feels so true.

Then, a bump, a sudden crash,
'Oh dear, ' you say, 'I'm not up to the task! '
You see how much you have to learn,
Your confidence soon begins to burn.

You try and try, with all your might,
Concentrate hard, both day and night.
You get it done, but it takes care,
But still, a little doubt is there.

At last, it flows, a natural thing,
Like birds in flight, on soaring wings.
So easy now, you can't believe,
Why others struggle, you can't conceive.

The truth's a curve, a winding road,
From thinking you know, to bearing the load,
To knowing well, and doing with ease,
But judging others? If you please,

Remember the start, the stumbling feet,
And know that progress is bittersweet.
For skill, though grand, can make us blind,
To how it feels, to leave all behind.