There are kinds of wisdom you don’t want. One comes from true loneliness. I’ve forgotten what it feels like, but once I celebrated loneliness as a source of creative inspiration. That’s a younger kind of loneliness, from break-ups and rejection. Really, it forced me to learn how to be independent, and there’s nothing wrong with that.

But loneliness from losing someone later in life brings a different kind of wisdom. I said to my mother-in-law, I can imagine what you’re going through – and she said no you can’t, and I hope you never have to.

About pinklightsabre

William Pearse publishes memoir, travel journals, poetry and prose, and lives in the Pacific Northwest.
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