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Gradually, wisdom comes

 


Gradually, Wisdom Comes



Wisdom does not arrive in a moment—

it seeps in, slowly,

through the cracks of living.


You begin to see patterns—

the way people move in circles,

some lifting you with honor,

some silencing your voice

as if your presence were too loud.


There are those

who listen to every word

as though it were a prayer,

and others

who look through you—

as if you were made of air.


It’s easy to think life

is about placing yourself

at the center of attention,

but it isn’t.

It’s about giving space,

observing others,

holding them with kindness—

and yet,

knowing when you are being emptied.


Because not everyone

returns what they take.

Some will drain your light

and call it theirs.

Some will use you

as if it were their right,

and the world

will quietly allow it.


Still—

your karma remains your own,

your heart keeps its record.


I only wish

to help,

to be kind,

to hold others when they fall—

but not at the cost

of burning my soul

to keep their worlds warm.


And when even the nearest winds

begin to blow toward the same fire,

it becomes heavy—

a weight love never asked for.


And so, wisdom whispers again:

Give, but stay complete 

Shine, but don’t burn.

Love, but return home to yourself.


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