Wise is He or She Who Defies Disguise

Wisdom is often defined as the sum of learning through the ages, an acquired knowledge that reflects what we understand about good and bad, and becomes the canvas of catastrophe, circumspect, and creative and contemplative creation which we allow to be seen, a way for us to make certain that we are worthy of all that the world has to offer. There has not been a person or a way to make picturesque, the reflection of what we bring into this world when we first arrive. Our portrayal of collected insights and unarguable, unfathomable facts, light up in the eyes of others as if they are search lights in the lighthouse of the mind, proving valuable to the grooves of the intellect, inching in closely beside the delicate strings of our self-esteem.

As simple as it is to merely live, is as simple the human mind can remain for a lifetime. I do not come from a historical line of educated thinkers. Born to two people who suffer from sickness in their minds and bodies, I have relied on my inborn passion for passion, from an age too young to remember, to navigate safely and with purpose for as long as I am here. And although we do learn from being witness, being victim, being teacher, and being student, the passion that leads us to truly feeling wise, is not a passion that can be positioned or fixed or demised. Our passion rests in the lean of the bridge of the nose, the curve of the strain of an eye, and stretches across our brow bones to the shore of where we tip toe into our hairlines, and steadily, into our minds.

As we read in Walden, the capacity for interrelating the wild and the child or evolving human, is best met within a dance of trust and in response, and only manipulated in our own hands. We embody our bodies as our lightest selves when we go inside and outside for an all-encompassing reflection. I have chosen to believe that everything that I witness outside of my immediate body is mirror to a menagerie within, which can only be accessed by embracing what I am meant to see and sense. This way of accepting my lifetime has made me ultimately grateful for even the most difficult of my traumas and daily annoyances.

I take into mind the diversity of adversities, historically plaguing and also elevating the state of our global consciousness as I try to define the necessity for struggle and for regeneration. Each of us can emote disconnect with truth and with faith. When we aren’t received with gratitude, we believe that we are not worthy of the solitude that we so naturally can and should surrender to. When our livelihoods lay in the palms of others’ disposable judgments and expectations, we are never wholly given the right to unleash any kind of tether, either in good health or in what is false. Both Thoreau and Gandhi, despite their very unique circumstances, sought endlessly for authenticity of character, felt inward and imprinted outward.

In present day living, we have upped the bar in over-stimulation by means of competition. Of course, there is no doubt that humans have always battled to be the bravest, the boldest, the most humble, and the most jaded, and in some ways this has lead to positive progression in spirit and in science. But, I feel confident that we are all contending with fulfillment, and are outweighed by the mirage of intangible possessions, whether that may manifest from an innate spiritual essence and personality, or a learned and customized behavior. In the big picture, we all love and suffer, and comparisons are provoking egocentric segregations and stagnation on our planet.

All breathing beings define their own presentation of survival; some by initiating challenge and adventure, and some by remaining indirect with their desires to perform a risky endeavor that may compromise their capacity for inhabiting more space and obtaining more ‘proof’ that they have ‘done well’ in their lifetime.

We are all survivors. We are all capable of having nothing and of having everything. It is all a matter of perspective. The pursuit of wisdom is not a task. It is a way of seeing and nurturing the world. The wise human is one who finds acceptance and importance in fumble and foibles, and pursues passions like they are nectar and inherent.

© 2015 Shanna Kovach