The "wisdom" that I have earned this year has come at a price, as does most knowledge. It seems the more you learn about this life the less you wish you understood. Wisdom, frustration and heartache tend to always approach locked arm in arm. If knowledge and ignorance occupy opposite ends of the spectrum and ignorance is said to be bliss, then what is knowledge? For me it has been many things, and yes one of these many things is the opposite of happy.
This is NOT self pity however. Be not confused ...
"I never saw a wild thing
sorry for itself.
A small bird will drop frozen dead from a bough
without ever having felt sorry for itself." --- D.H. Lawrence
I perch from my branch on the tree of life and bear the brunt of this winter of my discontent. The more I have sat here determined to see things through, the more storms have blown into my life.
"To live is to suffer, to survive is to find some meaning in the suffering." --- Friedrich Nietzsche
I suppose you are asking yourself, "Damn! Well is the mutha F---ka happy about his birthday or not?" Yes I am. Everyday God the merciful allows breathe to enter my lungs is a gift. One of which I am most appreciative. I simply always try to spend a small portion of each gift in quiet reflection. Today I decided to share.
Of these questions. All of which I have been asked this past year:
Do you miss her?, What about Darrell Jr?, How is your mother holding up?, Is your father doing OK?, Will you and your brother ever get along?, When will you move back home?, Are you going to move back home?, Damn G, are you ever going to settle down?, Uncle, what happens after we die?, Do you miss her?, Who are you really?, Are ... you ... happy?, Are you wiser or just older today? ...My answer:
"That you are here—that life exists and identity,
That the powerful play goes on, and you may contribute a verse." --- Walt Whitman
The grey hairs on my face tell me that I am older. The circumstances of my life might suggest that I am wiser too, I just know better than to listen to them.
The grey hairs on my face tell me that I am older. The circumstances of my life might suggest that I am wiser too, I just know better than to listen to them.
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