I
should be
wiser
than I was.
Memory
composes a story
of shames and amazements.
The shames I closed
inside myself,
but the amazements,
at a sun streaked wall,
at the thrill
of an oriole,
a face,
an iris,
a volume of poems,
a person,
endure and return
in brightness.
Such moments lifted me
above my lameness.
-Czeselaw Milosz , Polish Nobel Laureate in Literature
I don’t necessarily feel wiser as I age. However, I do remember coming upon similar challenges at earlier times and hoping that what I learned would help me.It is natural to assume that age will confer wisdom. It is really a hope that I will remember-and act on-what I’ve learned from life’s experiences. Sometimes, I realize that asking “is this mine?” is the question to ask myself. Often the quiet answer comes and it is “NO”.