...just now without an edit - started out as something else but turned into this -- concussion only partially to blame; I've a wandering mind. Among other things.
It is not quick, or effortless, to come to great wisdom. Knowledge is not wisdom – knowledge is a toolbox with too many drawers and little bits and dusty parts easy to over look. Knowledge lives in the brain and the muscles; wisdom lives in the soul. In the mind, in the self, in whatever those who write books choose to call it – all wisdom is fundamentally the same. Belief is not wisdom. War is not wisdom. Hate is nothing at all – it’s other things shifting focus because they’re too embarrassing to own; anger the same. Fear and grief and love and loss and gratitude are real. Tears are real, those not conjured for cameras through masquerade eyes. Loneliness is fear. With wisdom comes a slow-building cure for all that ails us.With wisdom comes gratitude, trust, acceptance, love; there is no room for guilt and regret.
One I just found from Dorothy Parker:
A Very Short Song
Once, when I was young and true,
Someone left me sad-
Broke my brittle heart in two;
And that is very bad.
Love is for unlucky folk,
Love is but a curse.
Once there was a heart I broke;
And that, I think, is worse.
