You’d think that getting older would make you wiser. However age doesn’t equal wisdom in reality.
Sure, as I’ve gotten older there have been a lot that has been added to my knowledge bank, but that doesn’t mean I actually use that information wisely. On the contrary, I often make such simple mistakes that when reviewed make me cringe in shame.
Still I believe that to be part of membership in the human race. I look at others and wonder how they got to be so wise — when I’ve had similar experiences yet still make novice mistakes.
Raising my children for instance — if I had the chance to go back to the beginning there would probably be a few changes I’d make. But then again that might change the way my children grew, and when I stop and take a good look at what I’ve got now, well perhaps I did get quite a lot right.
My work experiences too could probably be over-scrutinised and my performance picked to pieces as well. Yes I could have handled some situations much more diplomatically, but diplomacy and me don’t really seem to be partners.
Then there was the period of time when I watched my daughter unravel and simply didn’t have the knowledge or understanding to respond in the ‘right’ way. Was there really a ‘right’ way, or is that what I’d liked to have had at that time?
Looking back is not always a good idea. I have conversations in my head that go amazingly well — afterwards. Somedays I think that if I could just open my mouth a little wider I might be able to fit the other foot in it!
Life doesn’t come with a manual or troubleshooting guide, we just have to muddle along making the best of it from our observations and experiences. We each have our own sets of ideas for the various areas in our lives such as raising children, work ethics and conducting our daily lives. Yes we’ve probably gathered ideas and incorporated them into our repertoires along the way, yet that alone is what makes each of us unique.
Imagine how crushingly boring life would be if we all behaved the same way, followed the same guidelines and thought the same way — yuk!!
I must have had some flash of wisdom in me when I selected my mate of the past forty four years — and they said it would never last!
Still, I am what or who I am and I’ve been shaped by my experiences and circumstances that have helped form the me of today.
Do I need to change that me, or should I be wise and leave well enough alone?