A child. We were all one once. We are all children.
There is never really an instant when someone is “grown up.” Rather, life is a perpetual accommodation to larger tasks. We are born a “blank slate” that instantly begins to record sensory information even before we are able to open our eyes. To be rudely disturbed by the jolt in temperature, moisture, light, sounds, etc., the clock hands begin to move.
A child with children.
Eventually, infants grow into children, and children learn to take care of their children, and more experienced children watch their children take care of THEIR children. Who are we but stopwatches clicked to start at different times? Why do we focus so much more on the differences when what we can focus on being alive together?
It’s too easy to categorize other people as “adults” and “our generation.” These labels, created to search for a better understanding of change in mindset, should not be used to segregate and dissuade others to understand one another. An older someone fluent in a topic can still learn something from a teenager and vice versa.
“Your generation wouldn’t understand.”
It may be hard, and it will frustrate all of us to no end to get each other to understand where we’re coming from, but that doesn’t mean we should not try. To simply brush off one’s inability to understand your way of thinking as “the upbringing of a different time” without exhausting alternatives to bridge the gap, what do we hope to achieve? To say something is difficult: is this a sign to work harder, or is it an excuse to give up before we try?
Why do we stagger our learning curve because we are too prideful to feel humility in what we do not understand? Older generations have long-term experience, younger generations have modernity.
A child at heart.
I do not argue with others to convert them into believing what I believe. I should not define someone by their present opinion when they have room to mature, grow, experience, and better understand the situation at hand. I hold my opinion in order to better understand what others have to say and accommodate my perspective accordingly. If I feel an explanation will give me a more mature, wholesome understanding of the topic at hand, I listen.
I don’t “concede.” I am not “weak” when I agree with someone else. I simply understand that I’m a human being with a measly two decades at my disposal to understand the workings of a society that have continuously been changing for over two thousand years. I am forever a child that always has something to teach and something to learn. We look different, act different, live differently, prioritize differently, but we were all children.
We are all children.
Children of children with children from children of children.