From Marcel Proust’s Within a Budding Grove :
“We are not provided with wisdom, we must discover it for ourselves, after a journey through the wilderness, which no one can take for us, an effort which no one can spare us, for our wisdom is the point of view from which we come at last to regard the world.”
I am feeling a bit wiser these days. Older, sadder, wiser. But in the end, better.