A perspective on wisdom
I try to be defiantly here. More, I challenge those who seek substitute designation such as “senior citizen,” “mature adult,” “fragile elder.” Most of all, I balk when people think they compliment me by protesting: You’re not old, you’re far too young in heart. Young in heart is not a compliment. I am old in heart. Only the old, those of us who have conquered time, suffered life’s despairs can know the exhilaration that consumes us when that despair is turned suddenly into a quiet, inner exhilaration by? by? well, like yesterday when an unexpected V of geese appeared across the evening sky. Ninety sees that V differently from nine, say, thirty-nine, or whatever.