There's an old adage that says "Youth is wasted on the young." The older I get the more I believe this is true.
What a wonderful world this would be if no one judged people on the basis of their age. Although wrinkles have appeared on our countenance and we have a generous sprinkling of silver in our hair, deep down inside we are still young, fresh and new. Since we are still on this earth there must be a meaning for our being, something more for us to do. There must be a purpose to this aging business.
When we were younger we could always go to our parents and grandparents for advice, seeking the wisdom we knew they possessed. Heaven help us now, for we have become the oracles. We are the sages who are expected to dole out wisdom to the younger generations.
For myself, I can honestly say that I don't feel one iota wiser or more sure of myself than I did in my twenties. If anything I am even more certain of my ignorance and shortcomings, more aware of and confident of my own insecurities. Things today are, if anything, more challenging than they were in my younger days.
My hope is that now we don't judge anyone by age alone but rather by who they are, what they have accomplished and what their hearts hold. The world goes on its bumpy path adoring youth for all the wrong reasons, ignoring those in the winter of their lives. These old birds still have something to teach us. They have known fears and sorrows as well as joy and triumphs.
At the day's end, it can be said of all of us that we are each struggling to find our own way. No one, no matter how old, has all the answers and inside we are still children struggling to learn, desperate for reassurance whatever our chronological age might be.