By Eric Anschutz. December 10, 2008
One of the more pressing questions about aging is this business of wisdom. The old adage says that wisdom comes with age. But, now that I have indisputably reached the age at which wisdom should have come to me, I can testify that it ain’t so. Maybe for some of you out there, the wisdom genie has tapped you on the shoulder, but not me. I keep waiting for some kind of a revelation, for greater understanding, for an ability to think faster or to know more. Maybe it will come at ninety – but it sure hasn’t come to me at (almost) eighty.
There are, of course, other ways to measure the impact of aging. One that strikes me as important is perception. And there, I do think some good has come from all these years. I see the world as more beautiful, not because visual acuity has sharpened, but because I have more time to look for and to appreciate beauty, and because I look now through the optics of eight decades of experience. The same can be said for friendship; with age it has become easier to love people, and somehow simpler to appreciate their qualities. The reciprocal is true, too: most of us of advanced years don’t waste time on relationships that have no meaning or that don’t hold our interest.
That notion raises the specter of tolerance. On this subject, it is America that has come of age, not us. The America in which those of my years grew up was an intolerant place; blatant racial discrimination is a blot on our history; the same can be said of religious intolerance and discrimination, and of political demagoguery, ala Joe McCarthy. But in the span of my eight decades, things have changed, decidedly for the better. Young Americans of today are far more accepting (even embracing) of racial and religious and political differences, and they have taken us older Americans through a presidential election in which we joined with the young of all races to embrace with fervor an African American candidate. That growth in our tolerance, and in our acceptance of diversity, has come about not because we became better or more sensible with age, but rather because our children and grandchildren blazed the trail to a better America, and led us to it.
Any span of eighty years would encompass a wide spectrum of events, but I daresay that the surge of mankind’s mastery over the universe during the past eight decades has been dazzling. My eight decades, which began with the calamity of the great depression, witnessed a surge of technological growth greater and more exciting than ever before in history: telephone, radio, television, manned landings on the moon and the landing of robots on Mars, radar, computers, instant global communications through tiny hand-held devices such as those remarkable Blackberrys and iPhones, the world wide web and Google, Skype, penicillin and Salk vaccine, to name just a few of the more obvious technological wonders of our time.
But all this technological progress during the years of our lives is in a sense overshadowed by the lack of progress in man’s ability to live in peace. While technologists have enabled us to convert sunlight and wind to electricity, the world of geopolitics remains mired in tribal warfare; aggression and violence are still an accepted path to conflict resolution. Indeed, the methods of war are essentially unchanged since the beginning of recorded history – unchanged except that warfare has become far more deadly with each passing year. Why has political science not made strides comparable to those made by physical science and chemical science and biological and medical science? We have conquered time and space and polio and tuberculosis, but been unable to find ways to avoid World War II, Korea, Vietnam, Iraq, Afghanistan, and the calamitous insult of 9/11.
Back to aging: Pablo Picasso once said: “Age only matters when one is aging. Now that I have arrived at a great age, I might just as well be twenty.†Picasso was right. I do think from time to time about the swift passage of years from 30 to 50, and more recently from 70 to 80. The fact that the years – even the weeks and the days – pass by so swiftly is of course a matter of special interest to those of us of advanced years. But, for some reason, that interest is not maudlin, nor is it a matter of regret or concern. These post-retirement years are for many of us the best years of our lives. The pressure of career and the demands of work and of raising families are gone. We now have time to savor life – to smell the flowers. Picasso had it right, once you get past the fact that you are at a “great age,†you might as well be twenty – albeit with the interests of and the limitations of a person many times twenty.
Some reflections on aging (found on Google):
• Eventually you will reach a point when you stop lying about your age and start bragging about it.
• The older we get, the fewer things seem worth waiting in line for.
• When you are dissatisfied and would like to go back to youth, think of Algebra.
• Long ago when men cursed and beat the ground with sticks, it was called witchcraft… Today, it’s called golf.
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