Junking The Post

Junking the Post

I wrote a post earlier today about indecision being the greatest time waster of all.  Then I junked it having judged it as being neither witty nor delightful.  Instead it was kind of whiny and negative about all I have not done, have not achieved, not, not, not.  Then I read a few of your posts and chatted to some folk.  Then I thought about all that and quickly gave myself a good swift kick.  You know the kind that rattles your teeth and shakes up the stagnant gray matter pieces that are supposed to be servicing me with intellect and talent?

I love it when I have wisdom to share and am a little pouty that when I need some it is absent, no doubt hanging around some naturally brighter brain than mine – if in fact wisdom is a brain thing and there is NO way I am getting into that discussion today.

If I were wise I would tell the young man whose life appears to be shit right now that while fecal agitation can be a good thing now and then, to look at every aspect of his life he is complaining about and think long and hard about the positive parts he is forgetting about and focus on those.  I would tell him to imagine for a moment that he lost everything he hates right now.  Everything and everyone that irritates and angers him is gone.  None of it is here anymore.  Is that better?  Don Henley sang, “..an angry man can only get so far until he reconciles the way he thinks things ought to be with the way things are..”

Anger, I believe comes from fear and fear I can understand.  Fear stops me from being my best and following my dreams but having recognized it (the fear) I figure I can still win.  Anger also comes from carrying someone else’s cross and giving others power over you.  You can’t change others only yourself.  You don’t have to take back your power, it was always yours.  You just have to realize that.

Does that mean never be angry, never be fearful?  Of course not, just put it where it belongs.  Just like you should never ever supersize your fries, don’t supersize your fear or anger. Don’t let it be your primary feeling.  Others feel it just by seeing you or hearing you and then they become angry or afraid, or they withdraw from you to protect themselves.  If you live in anger you live alone and angrier than ever.  Anger/fear will destroy your business, friendships, family.

If I were wise I could tell you how to stop, how to get off this negative track but that wisdom is beyond me.  It is something I know, but I do not have the right words to make you feel it.

If I were wise I would tell another young man who has no anger but accepts the shit life deals him that it doesn’t have to be that way.  We are what we think, our thoughts.  Yes unfortunate and downright terrible things happen and we can accept that they do happen but we don’t have to believe that we deserve what we get.  We need to believe that we deserve better and will have better.  The theory is that we get what we believe we deserve or will get.  I can buy into that because I have experienced it firsthand.   I also know that true belief is not easy to get.  It seems easy once you have it but it is like a switch that just goes off and again I do not have the wisdom to tell you how to get it.  All I can do is tell you it does exist.  I can give you books to read, experts to consult, but if you are not ready or willing it will come to nought.

And if you are one of the lucky ones you may even have wisdom.

I Asked For Wisdom

I asked for wisdom and got it and found it is painful to be so wise.

I asked for strength then decided I could never have the strength I needed, so I left it to God and the Universe to be my strength.

I asked for patience and realized that all things flow in their own time and patient or not changes nothing.

I asked for independence and found value in interdependence as no one is just one.

I have gotten everything I have ever asked for and found there is truth in  ‘Be careful for what you wish’.   I wonder when it was I realized I wished for the wrong things?

And knowing the power of The Wish I hesitate in the doorway of another year afraid to get it wrong but needing to get it right.  I wonder if that indeed is wisdom?

The Pain of Wisdom

The Pain of Wisdom

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There have been moments in the last year or two in which I have impressed myself mightily with my Wisdom Quotient or Content or whatever the correct term is, if indeed there is a term at all.  The thing is that I have found myself becoming wiser.

It started I believe sometime in my forties when for one moment I was trying to think laboriously about something in discussion when, poof, words of wisdom just fell from my lips almost as though I knew what I was talking about.  Well, thought I that was nice.  Then it began to happen more frequently and I decided perhaps it was Mother Nature’s way of giving back a little when she mercilessly began to strip away my youth.  Well this is darn nice!

Eventually I caught on that this had something to do with experience and I found this very thrilling as experience I had – in so many things.

Within my closest group of friends I noticed our chatter took on matters of wisdom, opinions founded in experience and it was a very heady experience.  It almost felt like adolescence where all of a sudden you know everything and anyone over a certain age knows nothing.  You know that sort of special feeling, except rather than just anyone older not knowing anything, the ignorant included young and old alike; anyone, anywhere, not in the ‘in crowd’ which really meant all non-menopausal creatures of the planet.

But then I began to notice that our conversations turned more and more to aches and pains and what the latest medication of the day was, and our observations of society and all within were turning into gripes and complaints and we were sounding more like, grumpy old folk! Yikes!

Now I have taken a closer look at wisdom and the perception of the world.  I can see it on the horizon, you know where you say something you think is brilliant, and the family just pats you on the shoulder and says, ‘right Ma’ with just a hint of patronization. (Please note they have never called me Ma, but I see it fast approaching).

I am seriously looking at ‘wisdom indicators’ and realize the next chance to be considered wise is at 102 when the evening news does a story on your birthday and every word out of your mouth is a treasure, largely because the population as a whole is amazed you can even utter a word at that age.

“Say can you tell us to what you attribute your old age?”

“Well,” I squeak out, “mostly drinkin heavily, smokin and makin rude comments to the world.” (When you get to the age of being called ‘Ma’ you naturally drop the letter g from words.)

Oh yes, I almost forgot my point on the Pain of Wisdom.  When you are truly wise, when you know it all, when you can solve anything with just a word, you learn to keep your mouth shut.  That, my friends, is the pain of wisdom for which there is one cure and one cure only.  Blog away.  Be smart, funny, wise, cranky and somewhere, somehow you might pass on all that accumulated wisdom.

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