Generations

As I’ve gotten older I marvel at the narcissism, certainty, and ignorance, of youth. Don’t they realize I was young once and that things have really not changed that much? That I can help?

No, they don’t.

You want to sit them down and explain the hard lessons that are so obviously coming to them, and help them. But they are not ready to listen. The kindest thing one can do is just be there for them.

It’s hard.

How many people had to endure that from me as I grew up? People I knew that had nothing to offer me, that in fact - knew. How hard that must have been.

I just want to say to them, thank-you for your patience and love. And I’m sorry.