Our elders seem to believe that the present generation of young people has no hope. They believe we are a lost cause because, in general, we ignore them, rely on quick-fixes rather than hard work, self-medicate on drugs and alcohol, and are open about our “free-love” sexuality. Yet we do not stop to think about the future because we often live in the moment. It’s my belief that our presumed downfall isn’t all our fault. It’s time that all the parents, grandparents, and great-grandparents get off of our backs, pick up a pen, and take some notes on how to be real.
by Ursala Brantley — mitcolabradio
This is not news. Throughout any lifetime, the interests of a specific age trumps the whole life interest of any individual. The problem comes about when we try to justify a complaint. In this particular post from mitcolabradio we learn that youthful behavior can be traced to the negative feelings of the adults in the community, and this can be clarified by admitting the suffering of little children. The piece has the strange meanders of the republican presidential campaign, and of course that is a worry. Young Ursula admits readily that her people “rely on quick-fixes rather than hard work, self-medicate on drugs and alcohol, and are open about our “free-love” sexuality. Yet we do not stop to think about the future because we often live in the moment.”
Now if this is true then somebody ought to do something about it, not just belly ache over faults laid on them by the older generation. Personally I would never have come down so hard on the beautiful young people I am familiar with, talented young people who exercise their bodies and minds, generous young people who go willingly to help somebody in trouble, who try to choose life work for themselves that will benefit the whole community; these are young people who were raised by mothers and fathers equally generous, and my young friends will go on to parent their own children and at last give wise counsel to a new generation coming up.
I think we oldsters should defend our present selves by providing a backward look at a middle age spent doing good works for ourselves and for others. Let’s just try to remember that the toddler in the photo, that high schooler playing the trumpet, that young engineer, middle-aged dad, traveling retiree and rocking chair puzzleer are all subsequent renditions of the very same person. I hope Ursula remembers that as she edges up into her thirties.