Am I growing wiser with age?

Many Moons ago I resolved to grow wiser as I aged.

A year older and wiser or so goes the age-old adage.

An odd grey-hair juts out signals me "Walking into the sunset of my life?"

Another year closer to the grave eh?

Do the #wise think of #death while discussing a celebratory #occassion like #birthday?

Am I growing #wiser with #age?

Many Moons later and the pertinent Q still looms "Am I growing wiser with age?"

As I ponder over this precarious situation it threatens to blow-off my cloak of being termed a "socially-wise-person".

Introspecting, I confront the #demon that this Q has grown into.

I frantically try to rationalize an response which would make me sound "wise".

Then the #truth hits me, I like all humans born before & after me, merely struggled to make my mark (whatever that means), provide for myself, form meaningful relationships and measure #success as a mere reflection of ones possessions & earnings.

I take it, that's a VERY #shallow & #superficial way of looking AND #living #life...and I'm #guilty as charged!

Why stops us from living life "as is" - let go of past baggage, shun apprehensions of the future and to live in the present?

Our innate attachment to self. The delusional importance/self-worth - the aham bhāvam. We are so blinded & self-consumed in our life's rat-race, we fail to stop and wonder the ramification of all these actions & events that we engage in. Is this what I was born to do? Am I more than this?

I rake my brains to come up with a "meaningful" answer to my conundrum.

I try to dig deep into the recess of my labyrinthine mind.
But all I manage to come-up with is filth which has clogged & blinded our human cognitive capabilities.

Tired as my eye-lids grow heavy reducing my open eyes to a mere slit, I hear the demon's fleeting voice call out again...

...Am I growing wiser with age?