Wisdom
The older I get, the more questions I seem to have. I always assumed that with age I’d become the answerer rather than the questioner, but that’s far from what has happened. I think I’m asking smarter questions…about life…about faith…about stuff that when I was younger I either took for granted or was too naive to really ponder on. Now that I’m older, the questions are constant and the thirst for answers is extreme!
I’m fortunate to have a very wise man to bounce things off of…my father…who patiently listens to my questions and bluntly gives me his answers. I’m also fortunate that he patiently lets me vent about life, about work, about things that are burdening or bothering me, and then he gives me his always prescient feedback…sometimes telling me things I don’t want to hear, and other times confirming what I already feel is right.
When I was young, I had all the answers and got indignant when others tried to weigh in on those things that I was so confident I knew. Now that I’m older, I have all the questions, and I cherish the limited time I can spend getting answers now in a very non-judgmental way.
 I’m thankful that I learned this early in life how little I know, and I’m even more thankful that those that I know who can answer my questions are still available to patiently give me those answers.
Hopefully I will find more time to ask and they’ll have more time to answer.