Imagine that you've been eating vanilla cupcake with rainbow sprinkles for a while. But you never actually went to the store. It's always your Mom or someone else who brought it home after grocery shopping routine.
And then one day, you went to the bakery yourself. And you asked for a cupcake. And the employee asked, “Which flavor?”
“What do you mean?” You muttered. And then you looked up the laminated menu and stared at the pictures and the price tags beside each one. And your neurons started firing and your heart opened like a clean bedsheet. “Holly shit there's more than one kind??”
You bathed in joy as a new culinary wisdom unlocked, knowing you haven't tasted every cupcake favor there is and that's like signing up for a good time multiplied by a hundred!
You realized that you didn't have to make vanilla cupcake your only political stance in the world of sweet baked goods, because there's a million cupcake flavors to love and appreciate ahead of you. And the other customers seemed to have to their own favorite cucpake flavor. And it made you giggle in joy.
That's probably wisdom looks like. One way to look at it, anyway.
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