The Wisdom of the Elders?
When we get older we may think that we have become wiser. Well, we do have 20/20 ….hindsight. Whether that is wisdom, I cannot say. Every generation since the dawn of talking man has believed that the Old have something to tell the Young. Perhaps we do. Many younger generations have believed their grandparents were one brick shy of a load and had nothing to contribute to a world that was ‘different now’. Certainly in the past 200 years we have seen events and technologies speed up in an astonishing way, so if we seem a little out of step, that is hardly surprising.
The 1st Nations have much to teach us, their uninvited guests, about honouring the elders. Without those Elders, their culture would have been completely lost. They find their identity in that culture so it is of vital importance to their view of themselves.
So what would I tell my Granddaughter that might help her with her life in tomorrow’s world. She is already not a creature of the main herd. So I perhaps do not need to tell her to make her own mind up about what she sees and what she hears, but I’ll mention it anyway. I might recommend to her that she seek out books that can show her the different sides to many stories. I must remember to tell her not to just eat the wieners of life. Huh? Well, its my Carpe Diem message. What if my granddaughter were a wild child ? I might suggest she take up hobbies that would give her the thrills she might seem to be seeking, without destroying her life.
To any young person I might say - Do not hate without just cause. Make sure you find a life partner with whom you are truly compatible - I failed that one - Love your fellow man with as much compassion as you can summon. - That one fits with “Every black beetle has a mommy that loves it”. Whatever job you find yourself doing - do it to the best of your ability. On second thought, if your job is nefarious, like Al Capone…. this is where old wisdom collapses!!
Remember to stop and smell the roses. Daily life is made up of 1,000 tiny moments, each one of them a precious miracle. The sunrise, the fresh snowfall, and hey I’m still breathing and I made it to work on time - yea! That makes life a celebration.
Each person must find their own path. All we can do is hand them a map and pray they use it. I invite the reader to imagine what they might say to a young person of today, faced with today's challenges and the hazards of tomorrow.