A Wise Man Knows When To Speak

So, Fandango posed the question today about whether intelligence or wisdom was more useful, and I have been mulling over that. Okay, more than that but it’s one of those days (I don’t like the November and December holidays for a variety of reasons) where one question leads to another, to another, and another, and then before long you could write a whole book. Okay, not really since I just finished one (please go buy it or read it for free with KU – just had to plug for it), but simple questions are rarely simple.So, Fandango posed the question today about whether intelligence or wisdom was more useful, and I have been mulling over that. Okay, more than that but it’s one of those days (I don’t like the November and December holidays for a variety of reasons) where one question leads to another, to another, and another, and then before long you could write a whole book. Okay, not really since I just finished one (please go buy it or read it for free with KU – that’s my last plug for it), but simple questions are rarely simple.

Intelligence and wisdom, in my opinion, are two sides of the same coin. Wisdom is how you choose to apply your intelligence (whatever level you may have). But it is more than applying just your intelligence. Wisdom is knowing when to speak, when not to…when to act, when not to act. Oftentimes people with little to say are seen as unintelligent, when they really may not be. As people have said a lot lately, smart people don’t need to tell people they are smart. 

There are all kinds of intelligence, or so they say. I actually call BS on that one, because one can be a good leader without having a high emotional intelligence. Oh, pfft! It’s just another marketing ploy to sell some personal development books and “explain” why some succeed and some don’t. But, is fame and fortune what a wise man (or woman, you know the universal “man”) truly seeks?

I think intelligent people find joy and happiness through their actions, whereas a wise man finds joy and happiness everywhere. They are at peace with themselves. If you can’t stand being with yourself, why would others want to be around you? Wisdom is comfort in one’s skin, faith in their own ability, intelligent enough to know what they know and what they don’t know, and the ability to see things in others that they may not see themselves. A wise man does not instruct or lead…they guide. 

That’s my two cents worth on the difference between intelligence and wisdom. 

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Carry

The sky was ablaze. It looked mid-day even though it was midnight. Screams and cries filled the air as panic took to the streets. Hearts raced and pounded in chests as minds tried to comprehend what was happening. It was was supposed to be quiet. It was supposed to be peaceful. Not this. Some fled the wrong direction. Some shut down and huddled near the building awaiting their fate. Some clung to others, strangers, the first person they saw when they ran into the street. The lucky ones fled with only what they could carry. Some carried their children, some carried their prized possessions, and some even carried their parents. 

The lucky ones didn’t know where they were going, how they were going to get there, how they were going to survive, but they were lucky. They were alive and able to carry on. No one dared to ask the question that lurked in their hearts, “Would they be welcome?”


This short was inspired by FOWC with Fandango – carry

It’s All In The Details

Maddy looked in the mirror as she combed her cinnamon brown hair and braided it behind her. Her braids were the talk of the town and none of the other ladies could get theirs to look like hers. Just thinking of how much the others would gawk and oogle at her tonight made her chuckle. 

“It’s all in the details,” she said, tying a scarf around her neck. “Show just enough to make them want more.”

It was a warm evening, so she would not need anything more than her ankle length dress that pleated in just the right places, her trademark scarf with apple blossoms on it to add a touch of spring to every occasion, and her braids. Anything else she might need or want would be provided by any of the men at the dance. 

She smiled and chuckled as images of those silly men, clambering over themselves just to get a bit of her attention played in her mind. The other women would be jealous of course, why wouldn’t they be? Maddy was the most beautiful woman in town, after all.

When she arrived at the dance, she was fashionably thirty minutes late like any proper lady should be. Sentimental music filtered through the doors and made her smile. It had been ages since she heard the current song. As soon as she walked in, the men turned their heads and stared. A few of the women huffed and stamped their feet like a bull ready to charge, and a few turned green with envy. 

Maddy smiled. She loved every minute of this moment. It was a moment that played at every dance, special occasion, and social gathering. She was the star of the evening. 

She was reveling in her personal spotlight so much, she didn’t hear the caterer and his three assistants coming in behind her carrying the three-foot tall cake. The two men walking backwards bumped into Maddy so hard her head flung clear off her shoulders, knocked the cake topper off, and her head landed right on the top tier with a squishy plop.

Men screamed, women fainted, children fled in terror. The caterers dropped the cake and ran for their lives. Maddy, still stuck in the top tier’s frosting, smiled. 

“Ah, reminds me of my beheading day. You still got it Maddy old girl, still got it.”


This was inspired by Daily Writing Challenge, Nov 20. Everyone wrote about food (and I do too, but not as the primary component) and Sadje had asked if they were all about food, so I felt the need to throw this into the pile 🙂

Daily Writing Challenge, Nov 21

Welcome to the Daily Writing Challenge

Everyday at 6am CST, I will post one picture and three words that will hopefully provide you with some inspiration. What you produce is up to you. It can be a story, poem, art — anything everything goes. Just see where the muse takes you and take us along with you.

You do not need to use both the words and the picture. Use any part of the challenge that ignites your creativity.

Participating is simple: follow the muse, create a post, and either link back to this post as a pingback or post the link to your post in the comment section.

* Please remember that pingbacks are approved manually (and don’t always work).

Today’s Prompts

cheer, champagne, tuxedo