Listen, young man

Listen young man, you who thinks is full of knowledge and wisdom, for you sure know nothing. Come to the well and quench your thirst. Come and let the fires inside you be quelled by the cool taste of wisdom, for when you know is when you will know you do not know. Confuse not arrogance for wisdom, for he who has not conquered himself can never conquer the world.

Crave for wisdom, like a fish craves for water, or an emu wishes to fly like fellow birds, for what is better than knowing what you did not before? Listen young man, you whose heart is full to the brim with the juices of rebellion and arrogance, the depth of water is not tested using both feet. Whoever swallows a coconut must fully trust his behind. Fight not with old men, seeking to impose your counsel on those who danced with your grandmother, for they have sure seen what your wild mind has never yet envisioned. Argue not when they feed you words oozing with unbridled intellect from the deep chasms of their hearts. Fight not when they tell you the path you are following is wrong, for what they see when seated is way more than what you would while on top of a hill. But son, I want you to know something. You cannot sit there and wait for wisdom to come with age. You will die a stupid old man. Wisdom is sought, not wished upon. Good things only come to those who seek. Let not the old men look not down on you by showing them strength and character. Fighting a war is different from winning it. It is not the strength of the opponent that matters, it is simply about wit and plan, for if it were strength, wouldn’t Goliath have flattened David? The sound of wisdom, young man, is like that of a soft stream running. Only the thirsty animals will hear it. It is like ripe fruits hidden in a clump of bushes. Only a hungry eye will find them. Why run for vanity, drinking and smoking your youth away? Let not the fools lie to you, that you are missing your heydays. Someday you shall be glad when you look back at what you did with your life, for you did not lose it like all others did. Regret, son, is a bitter word. Wish not to mention it when you grow older, for it is fodder for the miserable and drink to those stepped upon the society and believed they knew yet they did not. Let not money and fame erase humility from your dictionary, for what is a man when expensive clothes and accessories are stripped away from him? Crave son, to drink from the well of wisdom for it sure is sweeter than honey and tastier than a ripe mango. Come, son, and partake of the tree of life, for what is life when you live what you know not? Come and sit at the table of diners, and take part in a dinner neither kings nor slaves can partake even with all their power and meekness. Come to the table where pride is humbled and stupidity stripped to the bone. Come and bathe son, in the lake of level-headedness and incorruptible knowledge, for what is better than a youth well spent and old age well lived?