The older I become, the less interested I am in hearing people’s advice. If the person shares their supposed wisdom by way of a screen, especially when it comes with the precursor––most people don’t know…, I am out. I don’t need to know what most people don’t know. I don’t have enough room in what’s left of my brain.

The problem with advice is that it’s always shared in words. I am a lifelong lover of words, but lately I find language to be tedious. I’m sure it was pure fascination in the beginning, the creation of language. The early wordsmiths didn’t realize that eventually there would be digitally sanitized images of their descendents, broadcasting to many thousand vulnerable ears, regurgitating tired tropes.
Most people don’t know.

I wonder how long it took for our language to grow fangs and start draining life from our bodies. Not long, I imagine.
At the risk of being considered a hypocrite, I’ll offer my own advice: don’t bother trying to know what you don’t know. If it was worth knowing, you’d know it already. The most important knowings are the ones you’ve always known but learned to ignore.

Jesus said it well, “Let the children come, for the kingdom of heaven belongs to such as these.”