Is this true in your life?
I walked a mile with Pleasure;
She chatted all the way;
But left me none the wiser
For all she had to say.
I walked a mile with Sorrow,
And ne’er a word said she;
But, oh! The things I learned from her,
When Sorrow walked with me.
—- Robert Browning Hamilton
Should we make this true in our life?
Life is simple. It’s the people living it which makes it complicated.
So, why choose to learn your life’s lessons from sorrow? Do we have to undergo the saddest and the most tragic to declare that we have grown wiser? Isn’t “coming out wiser from your sad experiences” just a matter of perspective? Or maybe, it’s really just us who choose to deem ourselves wiser because we went through sorrow and tragedy?
What could be the most sorrowful event in my life so I could declare that “I have become wiser”? Or only those who have had sorrowful events in their lives have the monopoly of being “wise”?