On wisdom

As noble of a pursuit that there exists; wisdom is surely one. But what makes true wisdom truly wise?

Age is often associated, but is only a simple function of time spent alive, correlated but incalcuable from actual wisdom.

But is the wisdom of age just degredation of skepticism over time and a sacrificial acceptance of pragmatic relative truths and axoims that are easily mistook for wisdom?

Experience of grand variety and efforts in digesting then contextualizing said experience leads to wisdom of some sort. Here, time spent alive (read: age) is helpful, but wisdom instead comes from time spent truly living not simply preparing to die. A life of preparing to die is one lived in fear: of death, authority, nature, luck; or lived in material abstractions, posthumous affairs(how am I seen amongst the dead?), or routines. Is one busy living or busy dying? Surely this distinction controls one’s pursuit and accumulation of wisdom - whatever that may truly be.

Perhaps the judgement of the ‘wise’ is reserved only for the wise, and too these wise may know true ‘wisdom’ is too subjective and contextual to really exist at all.

Surely, I lack wisdom, even in its naivest form, so no more for me to say on the matter. Or does that make me wise…?