Everyday I ask the loving voice of wisdom, which dwells in our hearts and in this world: “What would you have me know today?” And then I listen. This is what I heard one day, not long ago…
From elsewhere:
“For afterwards a man finds pleasure in his pains, when he has suffered long and wandered long.” (Homer, the Odyssey)
From my heart:
I know, my love, you think of others first when you read of the hope that pain may amount to life, even pleasure.
But you see it for yourself as well, don’t you?
You see it, and can barely begin—but surely must begin—to see that it is actually so.
Your pains tinge your life with growth, which gives life its arch and its hues, which is pleasant to behold.
“Afterwards,” the young man says.
While: “Now,” is the utterance of the elder.
You, my child, are somewhere in between.
You have not been long enough at anything to know its culmination. But you will.
You will.
