It’s funny you know? A person thinks they know what they are going to write for FMF post (graciously hosted by Miss Kate), and then a quirk of the day pokes its’ head into the mix. Sometimes I wonder if the chapters of our lives cause us to forget some of the growing pains of our own lives. What kind of fall-out might that have in our understanding of each other? Just gotta wonder sometimes eh?
The Chapters of Our Lives
there are times I wonder
if perhaps the chapter of life
I am right now
precludes me understanding
some of the things the younger
generation struggles with.
Not just the moral battles
my lad will have to wade
through. But some of the
emotional struggles so many
20-25 years olds seem to struggle
with, and I wonder what caused
that shift… or perhaps I am
just misremembering the angst
of my own early 20’s.
and that well enough could be
that the more comfortable
I get with who I am, and
whose I am that I forget all
the steps that it waded
through to simply get to
where I am today.
What do you think?
Might it be possible
that as we move through the
chapters of our lives that
we forget some of the emotional
baggage we waded through on the
way to getting to where God
has brought us to?
What is the cost of such
forgetting? Does it stop us
from trying to understand the
cost of growing up and what that
looks and/or feels like?
Does forgetting make us grumpy old
adults who say “kids these days! Bah!!
they have no brains!”
Or do we think back to how
stupid and thoughtless we used to
be and remember the strain of
getting it all together
(and I can’t even say I’m there yet!)
and ergo show more patience
then perhaps we knew we had?
And perhaps, just perhaps,
in remembering our past we can
then consider more clearly the
emotions and thought-processes
of the younger generations following?
And through it all, perhaps,
just perhaps, we’ll learn a thing
or two ourselves!
Good pondering. It seems that so many things have changed and are different from “when I was their age” but there are also growing pains that are basically the same for every generation. I know I need to listen instead of speak most of the time. Visiting from FMF#8
i think we all do Kym.
Good call out, Annette, to walk with empathy, compassion, and understanding with those younger than ourselves. We cannot expect twenty-year-olds to walk in the same wisdom as a fifty-year-old.
we very much can’t expect that. Wisdom often comes from living life longer.
Love this, Annette.
Some good thoughts to ponder.
(Your FMF neighbor this week–#18)
Thank you Sandra
I don’t remember what I was;
high fevers have put paid to that,
and that’s OK with me because
I’m happy as a sleeping cat
who has no need to catch a mouse,
and enjoys the warm sun-spot,
the best of seats in all the house,
and like the kitty I need not
recall the youth’s remembered angst,
nor the strivings left unmet
(now, darn it, nothing rhymes with angst),
and so I’m grateful to forget,
and just float down life’s silver stream,
living it large, living the dream.
I dont’ know Andrew…do we really want to forget? there are some stupid decisions I’ve made that I’d rather forget, but they helped me become the person that I am today. And I mostly like who I am.