(in Hanover, NH, with Delycia)
I
guess like most of us, I have been searching for wisdom for most of my life –
searching for some sense of who I am and what this thing called life is all
about. Sometimes – often on silent, unblemished summer mornings like this one –
I realize, to my dismay, that my search has been wasteful and silly, since true
wisdom doesn’t have to be searched for. It’s wherever I am, as ever-present as
air and as immeasurable as the sky. To find wisdom, I simply have to stop
searching for it, open the door of my small, cautious self, and walk out to
where boundless wisdom is always making its miracles. It should be as simple as
that.
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