Someone once told me no wise person has had an easy life and I can attest to that. Any wisdom I have comes from living several different lives in this one lifetime; from having to reinvent myself with each failed relationship, most of them abusive in one way or another; from trying one unhelpful coping mechanism after another; from fifteen years of marriage to an abusive narcissist.
I’ve tried the geographical cure, which inevitably happens with every break up; I’ve dated just about evey kind of guy imaginable ranging from a super fat guy out on parole from the penitentiary to an unemployed welfare bum (was married to one), to a self-made businessman (dated one and was married to one).
I’ve paid some heavy dues because of my life choices; the people I aligned myself with; and some circumstances beyond my control. I spent a long time suffering alone because I trusted no one and it has cost me any good relationships I might have had, and many friendships too. I have been heartsick and I have seen my world crash and burn many times but I have always risen from the ashes.
I’ve learned from others, by listening to their words and observing their actions. I’ve learned from their mistakes and their wisdom. I was schooled in how to pay attention by violence and learned compassion through suffering.
No, sir, wisdom does not come from having an easy life at all.
My Phoenix Rising 