We interrupt this roadtrip for a public service announcement….
When you’re a talker like I am it’s easy to be misunderstood. I find no difficulty in talking about almost anything — good or bad, pleasant or unpleasant, political, religious, health, or aging. Just because I talk about something doesn’t mean I support it, nor does it mean I’m obsessed by it, or depressed, or gung-ho. All it means is that it’s fodder for a conversation on the day.
That said, I freely admit that it’s not always easy to be a balanced presenter. I write a form of stream-of-consciousness, and that consciousness happens to stay focussed on whatever my brain has been thinking about for the hours before I sit down to the ‘puter with limber fingers and a fertile brain.
It used to be that I religiously wrote first thing in the morning. For years that was my most reliable routine of the day; even more reliable than eating. But particularly since relocating to Wisconsin I find that upon awakening I’m more apt to sit in the living room with my wife and peruse the morning news feeds — instead of writing. Then after breakfast it’s time to start up with the program for the day and it’s not all the uncommon for me to find myself doing my daily writing at 10 or 11 p.m. instead of at 4 a.m. The downside of that is my mind brings the daily dirt to the keyboard.
I used to tease people about whether they showered at night or in the morning. My rejoinder to those who shower in the morning was a smart aleck comment about “how can you go to bed in your daily dirt?” — but there’s something substantial in the idea of clearing your brain before sleep. I do it in a lot of different ways on different days; I never really wanted to write at the end of the day; for one thing my brain is often fried by then — which is a bigger impediment to writing than it used to be seeing as nothing about life is quite as able or supple as it once was — and for another if I’m thinking about serious stuff before bed it’s easy to carry that INTO the bed and find that my sleep is inhibited. (though Peggy will tell you that I can still FALL ASLEEP faster than she can believe)
The point to all this wandering around the topic is simply this. The world is not as bad as the news or circumstances may indicate. Among the good things is the generation coming into prominence now.
I find myself amazed in a good way by comments I hear from my granddaughter. She’s 26, in her 3rd job since graduating college in the second field. The last two positions have both been in law and she seems to be quite happy working in offices that deal with mass torts. Her mom had a little situation at work recently and the response from the GrandOne to her mom really made me appreciate how well she has her head screwed on and how wise she is for someone her age. Her hubby, likewise, is a pretty smart cookie. Their friends are a world away from anyone I would have come across in my youth. And when they were just getting together I bit my tongue a few times while struggling with the generational assumptions and suppositions that I think every grandparent finds too easy to give into. It’s a different world today than the one we grew up in and it’s important not to judge this generation by standards derived from our generation. There ARE greater values to use and unless we force our perspective into the broader context it’s easy to misjudge and condemn anyone from a different generation — regardless of what you call it.
I see the youth of today excelling at entrepreneurship in ways I would have never dreamt in my youth. There are loads of opportunities for people with a forward looking mindset. Those who prepare themselves have a lot to look forward to, even if the planet is troubled. And I have to believe that we still have a chance to avoid the catastrophic possibilities that so many fear-mongers want us to believe. Either way, there are some amazingly capable young folks out there ready to take the reins of world leadership. I only hope that the old folk (read that as in “us old folk”) don’t hold them back.
It’s important to be circumspect. To look closely at the world. To look all around at the world. To see the macro and the micro. To see where we have come from and recognize where we are going. Society isn’t static — not in time nor in place. The young are looking to their future. Us oldsters (too often) are looking back at our past. Neither of us can do anything about where our eyes are focussed — all we can change is the present.