Live and breathe. Experience. PAY ATTENTION. Learn.Then impart wisdom if it comes your way. Then talk or write or in other ways share.
But first, yes, first let life be lived.
The day-to-day easy and hard.
The phases.
Joy and crashing defeat.
Understanding and bitter confusion.
Out there...or in here.
But please, please, please when comfort is needed, answers cried for don't spurt forth pretty sounding words, cleverly constructed phrases, or miles of blather from a frozen moment from which you cannot escape and call it helpful wisdom. It is trifle. It is granulated sugar. It is sickening. It nurtures not but suffocates, stifles, retards growth.
Fresh life requires fresh telling - potent observation gleaned the hard way. Wisdom which alters a course, understanding which enlightens, words which aid, silence which emboldens.
First live life. Robustly. Enthusiastically. Courageously, nearly with abandon opening the way for experience in mad doses uplifting and then submerging, wrapping jewels within episodic existence.
Wisdom is born.
2 comments:
Wisdom is born. I love this!! It's been born in you that's for sure! Thank you for sharing this thoughtful post, Cherie, it has me thinking.
Oh boy, these words really hit home for me right now. Our newly divorced, suicidal nephew will be visiting next week. He doesn't want to hear "Things will get better". I've been wracking my brain for the right words to say, as he's always looked to me to straighten out his life. :(
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