The Oak Leaves

•THOUGHTS•

{of a humble kind}

For the longest time I spoke out to you, strangers afar.

Then, for a time, my voice was strangled.

I think I thought I’d needed to arrive somewhere more quickly than I had been able.

In fact I’m still not there,

Except in a sense.

In a way I’ve quit arrived.

Feeling somehow I’ve ftansformed, at long last into an adult.

Adulthood, this illusive state.

Something I was sure I hadn’t grasped.

I’ve long realized mere age is no indicator, and knowing this thought perhaps

Experience? Wisdom? Achieving your dreams?

However, lately I’ve begun to toy with idea it may be something simpler

It is, in fact, wisdom 

In a way

Perhaps,

Except I wouldn’t call it that

For what IS wisdom after all? For it certainly cannot be always knowing the answer

Unless by that you mean knowing how little the answers matters

For, you see, I think the thing bringing about these rare glimpses of adulthood,

This fleeting feeling I’ve arrived-

Is humility

...

Humility for the long path

Humility for the failures

Humility for the fact that for all my trying I may never arrive

But, that could be ok

Because I DID try

Because I dream

Because I’ve done so without money

Or sure knowledge

Or community

Humility for the imperfection

The done enough

The making do

The often ugly form resourcefulness begets

...

For realizing what it is that really matters

For realizing who I really am

Truly