Wisdom

So, my daughter had her wisdom teeth taken out last week. You might be wondering what this has to do with writing. Actually, nothing. It’s more of a life event. I remember when I had my wisdom teeth taken out, and I accidentally punched the technician. Apparently, the anaesthetic had worn off, so I felt it when the dentist pulled, so I flailed my arms, and the assistant’s chin got in the way. It was pure reflex. My daughter’s experience was far less traumatic. But I was reminded of my own experience when I was elected to drive her for her procedure, and I still find it odd sometimes that I have a daughter who is old enough to have experiences that I have already had because I keep wondering when and if I will ever feel like a grown up . . .

I still don’t quite know what I will be when I grow up, and I keep waiting for that epiphanal day when everything will become crystal clear to me, and I will have all of the answers. I know. You don’t have to tell me that this will actually never happen. The answers will continue to elude me much like the numbers for the lottery (which is why I never bother to play). But unlike the lottery, I believe that answers to some of life’s mysteries will be revealed through the years if I just pay attention. Sometimes the keys are there, hovering, waiting to be grasped, like the perfect word for a poem. We just have to pay attention or delve a bit deeper. We all have our own ways of finding answers, some through religion, some through nature, some through addictions. I will not deign to judge whose path is right and whose is wrong. I only know that when I come upon an answer, it is usually when I am least expecting it, and not necessarily even an answer to something that I was pondering.

But let me leave you with two quotes, one being my all-time favorite by Albert Einstein: “Imagination is more important than knowledge.” And as Socrates said, “True knowledge exists in knowing that you know nothing.” So perhaps knowing that I don’t have all of the answers allows me free to use my imagination as I will.