My father was a writer. He wrote all of his life, inflicting upon many of us his novels, plays, articles, essays, and self-help books. Some were marvelous; some merely well-intentioned. But of all the things he wrote, his journal is his legacy: by turns wise and bewildering, it neared 1,100 type-written pages when he died in 2010. Although perused many times, this is the first time it will be read - cover to cover, page after page.
Wednesday, September 26, 2012
Celebration or Separation
Technology forces some of us to live longer. It then calls them the senior citizens while accusing them of standing in the way of progress simply by being there. Maybe that is not what is happening. Maybe there is no accusation involved, but there seems to be. By making old people, or anyone, a distinct group we are both celebrating and separating them and in this case there seems more isolation than congratulation.
Labels:
aging,
judgment,
perception
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