Getting Wiser as I age

I am 46 years old today.
Ageing is a funny business when I think about it, I feel much wiser today than last year...so much so. I am learning that I am an okay person. I am not less than others, nor am I more than others. I am becoming more 'at home' with being who I am. Despite living with a substantial life limiting condition. I am in the race because I choose to stay. I ask myself why am I getting smarter? Why indeed...



So is it the myriad of self help books, the latest always better than before. Is it the 26 'life affirming' positive blogs I visit and subscribe to? Is it my especially wonderful bunch of friends who get me and like me unconditionally; who have seen me in my many guises and still have wanted to be my friend? Is it the stead fast family challenging me beyond belief, kicking me to get up when I feel I can't?
I think it's all of the above, and then something extra. Something I don't even have to know about but-acknowledge.

I honor me. I honor all of those who are part of my life, no matter how big or small. I honor those I am potentially going to meet.
I look forward as if it's the only thing to do, when for so long I dragged along with my head constantly turned back looking into the past. Each of my steps is toward a future so ripe with potential. I don't know what, but I am happy to keep on walking.

But one question I ask as I finish here today.
Why do we get the wisdom as we age? Why not be born with it, and when it might be more useful? I know there were many times I could of done with being that bit wiser.