Wisdom is often assumed to be a function of age.
Clearly, that is not always the case. Examples abound of folks who've managed to keep living, but somehow missed important lessons contributing to wiseness.
On a recent morning walk, Moe (my lovely bride of 43 years) noted that age simply slows the rate at which we "go the wrong way," make crappy decisions, do stupid stuff. To be sure, youth confers on us a degree of nimbleness, agility, and speed with which we miss, or misinterpret, a lot of important details/lessons.
Wisdom implies we've actually LEARNED something from our myriad experiences over time.
I think Moe's onto something.
I still head off in the wrong direction far too frequently these days. Age has simply served to limit the range of my lostness before discovering the need to redirect.
Maybe we should call that phenomenon Agedom (instead of wisdom).