I remember as a child, listening to my mom
and dad speak, listening to grannies and grandpas talk about in their day…. How
things were so cheap. How people were so much better. How society was so bad.
And thinking…. What on earth do you know?
Now, I am 42. I look around. At my friends’
children. At my own children. And I think… wow. When I was that age, it sure
was different. I look at prices and think… when I started driving, I could fill
my whole car with R50! I look at the way people speak to each other. I observe
the anger, the aggression, and I think… when did people start behaving this
way?
So… I guess what I am saying, is that I am
now, elderly by default. Does that make me wrong? Absolutely not. Does it make
the rest of the world wrong? No. It just means that the times are changing.
Very rapidly.
Whole societies, whole cultures, the whole
of civilisation in fact, is based on stories. Stories passed down from their
elders. Folklore. Myth. Rumours. All filter down to the next generation and
opinions are formed. Forming a basis of culture. Of belief. These lessons teach
us who we are, where we come from, and help us decide who we want to be.
So the next time somebody tells you how
they had to walk barefoot, 50 kms to school, listen to them. don’t roll your
eyes. See if there is a lesson in there for you. a reason to celebrate or
appreciate. Remember, getting old is not a luxury afforded to everybody.