In other cultures, being older is revered. People respect you. In America, if you’re not young, your value decreases.
I have never understood this. The more knowledge you have, the less you are valued?
I’m seeing this in a variety of places lately. I don’t know why I’m so surprised by it, but I am. Or I was. I’m beginning to get used to it. It seems no one is immune from treating you like Americans treat older people today. Devalued, thought to be slow in thinking, thought to be in the way?
Make way for the younger generation. Well, all right . . . if you insist. Sometimes a reward is its own punishment. Too late you learn that what you had far surpasses what you have now.
Well, too bad, because we old “dinosaurs” as I’ve heard us referred to . . . have longer memories than you’d suppose . . . and we got along without you a long time before we even met.