Wisdom is fashioned through reflection upon the crucible of living with knowledge, inadequate knowledge, or lack of knowledge.
Yet, the crucible of life is often that against which we medicate ourselves or from which we insulate ourselves.
We arch our backs like a baby in pain or discomfort doing whatever we can to avoid the crucible of life.
We seek the ecstasies of life through the pathways of thrill-seeking and the pleasure-dome, yet the rude reality is that this ecstasy ceases to be ecstatic when we attempt to maintain it perpetually.
What we are truly seeking to attain is satisfaction, joy, and contentment but it is incredibly elusive.
Why is it that the things we pursue so diligently fail to satisfy us when we finally attain them?
Why are so many lottery winners depressed?
Why do famous people often feel so empty?
Why is it that the toy a child so desperately wanted for Christmas sits neglected in a corner of a closet just a few months later?
What are we searching for and how do we find it, maintain it, and live in it?
If we knew what it is would that help us, guide us, or merely torture us?
Would we know how to convert our searching into wisdom or merely languish in something else?