I look at the boss’s office, a blunt example of idealism meeting reality. It carried the scars and stains from being well-lived in. There was nothing pretentious in the room. Candid, honest, and reality-at-work echoed from every angle. When I added time, it was easy to imagine street wisdom sitting in the broken-down chair. Whatever the person in the chair might say, I know I would intensely listen to understand before rushing to judgment.
Life reminds me to filter those in my inner circle to whom I give my trust. I have been known to listen to fools, carelessly following their advice without much thought. Looking back, I realise I have forgotten the observations left for me across the generations. “You’ll get more from the rebuke of a sage than from the song and dance of fools.” (Ecclesiastes 7.5). In taking the lessons at the start of my day, I can open the door to some and close the door on others.
Wisdom is not always externally visible; it begins within the heart and soul. The filter of accepting words from the beautiful and well-dressed is a false one. There is no correlation between these attributes and truth or wisdom. Life suggests I look for one wearing worn clothes that have been stained by hard work and tragedy. It is in the dark spots of life that one finds street wisdom within individuals who have been tested in battle and conflict. When they walk with a heart of compassion and caring, I want them on my side, as close to my heart as they can be.
Wisdom is only as useful as it is used. This office was worn and tired. Every element has been used and used some more. Repairs, some rather crude, were obvious. It was practical and fulfilled its purpose. As a foundation, it reflects the lessons I have found in my life through the extended journey I have been on. Everything is within my grasp, becoming useful when I incorporate the insights and lessons into the moment that I have now.
