After a tumultuous year plus, it's time to revisit the practice of writing. Time and time again, I've tried to start. to break the seal of fear that prevents me from doing precisely what I need.
So now, with no audience, I will revisit the cause of this space and recommit to collecting wisdom.

What is wisdom?

It can't merely be experiential knowledge, right? It must transcend something as ordinary and entitled as age, though I'd rather remain secular with my definition instead of insinuating a spiritual connotation.

I think wisdom is intentional; a prophetic combination of knowledge, inherent qualities and honesty. No two people can offer the same wisdom. It's like a chemical reaction, like fresh sheets that don't fold and wrinkle under your weight during sleepless nights.

Wisdom(s) are acorns of auditory gold, invaluable, sturdy and something you can put in your pocket.

Let's get collecting.