As a young boy I was told I was just lucky. I preferred to think of it as I simply created a situation around me that was beneficial to my own self-preservation. The older I became, however, the more I realized that I was probably just being arrogant about it, and that there was a lot of luck involved. A lot more than I was comfortable admitting. While I won’t deny it’s around me, I don’t think I rely on luck as much any more.
Today I pride myself on certain things. One of them is being discerning. This is a skill grown from a good bit of experience, a degree of empathy, and the ability to apply critical analysis to most any engagement or situation. The recipe for how much of what ingredient varies, but it is always some combination of all three that makes up the dish called being discerning.
Everyone gains experience, they just don’t always learn from it or apply that experience to their arsenal of wisdom. I think people are born empaths. Many empaths learn to crush and bury that trait, since being one is fraught with it’s own dangers. Critical analysis is a skill many people could work on, they just choose not to. I really wished they would as well. Sure there are those that fall into the “You can’t fix stupid” Ron Whitism, but there are more people that I always believed could think more.
Now, however. I wonder. Who’s the fool. Bliss sounds amazingly wonderful and refreshing.
Excerpt from the Little Red Riding Hood song I Know Things Now in the Stephen Sondheim/James Lapine musical Into the Woods.
And I know things now,
Many valuable things,
That I hadn’t known before:
Do not put your faith
In a cape and a hood,
They will not protect you
The way that they should.
And take extra care with strangers,
Even flowers have their dangers.
And though scary is exciting,
Nice is different than good.
Now I know:
Don’t be scared.
Granny is right,
Just be prepared.
Isn’t it nice to know a lot!
And a little bit……not.
I would say most definitely so. Or maybe a lot of bit……not.