Wisdom

On recent reflection, I was left with a distinct sense that I, the square peg, could never fit into the round hole.

For years I bemoaned my straight edges and sharp corners. How unfit my shape, how crude and unrounded. So many of the other sort passed busily by, with their sagacity on curvature, its uses and benefits. Such reasonableness and confidence in their voice as they described the failings of rectitude. How important, they said, the many concerns and anxieties with which they filled their days and preoccupied their minds.…