There’s a deeper peace with wisdom. Mine is still in its baby stages but I’ve felt bits of it now and again. You see the people and their patterns, the Universe and their patterns, yourself and your patterns, and there’s a kind of “ok-ness”.
I rarely get giddy. I get silly but it’s a self-conscious silly but giddy-happy, no. I remember when giddy = happy but I starting to see happy as something different.
It’s like a firm footing in this world. It’s no longer two worlds, one of hard surface and another of imagination. They become one world.
Something like imaginature?
I’m just beginning. It’s all new and I have a lifetime to go, starting from right this moment. I’ve barely left the starting gate but it’s not a race.
Is it wisdom? I don’t know. Perhaps discernment. There’s more to it though. I’d rather be no place else, honestly. Certainly takes practice.