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Youth is wasted on the young. |
The Irish playwright and wag George Bernard Shaw once
quipped, "Youth is wasted on the young."
A similar barely-concealed resentment was woven into a
recent email I received from Janet Asimov, widow of the prolific American
writer Isaac Asimov. I had sent Janet a
couple of suggestions about movies I thought she might enjoy watching.
She responded promptly. "mostly, I read, which is also
difficult because my vision is certainly not what it used to be. I don't think
you are in your eighties yet. Be warned -- they are not fun."
As if to bolster Janet's and Shaw's tart and somewhat snarky
appreciation of old age, there are the one-two-three-four... stories per week
in the Gazette about antidotes for encroaching age -- a tai chi class here, a little
gardening there, some golf, a yoga class, travel, time with the grandkids, a
lecture, a stint as a volunteer, another appreciation of approaching death; a
diet that includes chocolate and a hundred other ways to remain active and
connected and relevant and fun and ... young. Energtic trianers with
hand-stitched shoes and an insistence on using the word "we," assert
at every turn: youth is good, healthy,
improving and, in the end, fun-er.
Obviously, there is nothing wrong with any of these activities.
But the quiet question that remains unanswered is, if old youth is wasted on
the young, is old age wasted on the elderly?
Maybe it's a little like the pregnant woman.
For all the wonder and delight and perceived blessing of her
situation, a pregnant woman may be forgiven from time to time for feeling
cranky as hell about this caboose at the front of her freight train. What she
wouldn't give to roll over in bed at night! And in the same breath, perhaps an
elderly person can be forgiven for feeling something similar: There's no escape
but that doesn't mean the longing to escape doesn't come calling. As Janet
observed, not everything is "fun."
And it was in this vein that I revisited Mr. Shaw and his resentful
wit: If youth is wasted on the young, is it possible that old age is likewise
wasted on the elderly? I guess I think it is.
Old age slows things down. Mentally and physically, things
grow less do-able even as the recollection remains of a time when doing and
improving and fun were all the rage. And the recognition can lead to a case of
the blues that no peppy thirty-somethings can squelch with their newspaper good
news.
There is no escape, but what might happen if, instead of trying to
escape, the energies were put elsewhere?
The American civil rights activist Martin Luther King, Jr.,
once observed, "It is not what's wrong with the world that really scares
people. What really scares them is that everything is all right."
Those who are religiously-inclined may hear such an
observation and bunker down in their belief system: "God's in heaven and
all's right with the world." Those who are psychologically-inclined may
see in King's words a recipe for a passivity and lifelessness.
It is easy to write about a change of perspective, but less
easy to make real. Suddenly, the activities that anyone chooses are simply
activities that they choose. Some are fun. Some are not. Things change and
insisting that they change according to a schedule or social agreement is
extra. Working to improve things is fine: Expecting they will be improved is
unnecessary. Fun is lovely, but an insistence on fun is for ... the young.
In advancing years, the energy may be less, but the capacity
for wisdom is increased. Marginalized by energy does not mean marginalized by
reality. No point in wasting old age on the elderly.
Or, put another way, just because you are indispensable to
the universe does not mean the universe needs your help.
It takes more discipline to have what you've got than to
wish for what you have not got.
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