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.
Sunday, March 31, 2013
Years
Age in itself means only that we are old, or young. It is a quantity of years and says nothing of who we are. So, being a child does not mean you are cute; that being old means you are wise; that being a particular age means you are anything but that age. Having more years may mean you have more experiences, or have at least had the opportunity for a greater variety of experience, but it says nothing of whether or how you may have benefited from them. It may even mean you have over time become more confirmed in your views rather than more open to variation. Having fewer years could mean you are more aware, more willing to see, less bound to defend what once you thought or said, but youth can also be no more than the measure of one's immaturity.
Labels:
aging,
experience,
humility,
time,
wisdom
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