No Picture To Paint It

There has yet been a picture,
Being painted to see it.
Completed.
Until whoever paints it,
Is finished and done.
To either view and accept.
Or refuse the outcome to reject.

And neither is a lesson,
Begun to teach...
Is without questions to ask.
Although patience to have,
Is repeatedly suggested.
With this understood.
To one day understand,
Everything to learn can not be demanded.

Then one day,
Reality to live it for many begins.
As if a miracle happens.
With experiences before,
Never to have had.
Developing a wealth of wisdom.

This wisdom unexpected,
Comes to be done...
Welcomed to have it known,
A lesson once taught to teach...
Believed and thought,
What had been taught insignificant.
Eventually becomes more valued.
And kept to keep that way.
Priceless and worth the patience,
To clearly see...
What begins seldom stops evolving!

'I am so glad my mistakes made,
Created me to become...
A better human being.
With a forgiving myself,
To perceive and believe...
I knew everything!'

'Excuse me.
Are you talking to me?
Or yourself?'

'I have learned,
Never to make decisions for others.
However...
I can only suggest,
If what you overhear makes sense?
Don't ignore it or think it foolishness.
I once told a teacher that!'

'How long ago?'

'Once in elementary school.
And then to a training instructor.
When I had been in the military.'

'Whoa.
You were brave.'

'Not brave enough,
To know...
Ignorance and stupidity,
Would never stay my close friends!'