Those who come after
When we are young, all things old seem insignificant. We roll our eyes at dad’s jokes, we scoff at mom’s warnings to be careful, and we tolerate Grandpa’s stories of bygone eras. When we look at those who came before us, we see a hardness, a rigidness, sometimes a sadness that is almost repulsive. Youth has its own energy. It is an energy that is self-sustaining, though limited in its scope. It is self absorbed and ignorant of its own ignorance. It is an energy that looks out on the world with no frame of reference, no sense of consequence or what is real. If it is not careful, it will become its own worst enemy. Youth was never meant to be…