An interesting fact of life is the apparent generational contradiction in its appraisal of meaningful and natural behavioral tendencies, appreciation of circumstances, and cultural tastes.
We absorb ourselves in the melodically sweet sounding, for us, and tasteful rhythms of the blues, country, and early pop styles.
We also find repetitive, almost maniacally noisy and physically strenuous and strength depleting the, in our ears, un-meaningful fads of today.
Our youngsters find us prehistoric, boring, stiffly, and intolerant dinosaurs. They do not apprehend the notion that we were young as they are, but in more sedate times and circumstances.
We had boogie boogie. They have aerobics and rap. We did tap and rolled. They jump and crawl! They at times bring back melodies of our past and adapt them to their taste.
We did shout as crazy when, raptly, crowded the concert halls. They do shout in very similar, only separate in time, circumstances.
We did see technique, analysis and planning in a more overt way. They just enjoy the special effects that people like us, but faster in adapting the technological changes, offer them in such a flashy way.
But we can learn from each other. We can complement our experience with their renewed, even if some times, weird and confusing for us, understanding of the present and the coming times.
Generational living together can be like a pulsating hinge. Both past and future are joined together by the present in the middle.
We absorb ourselves in the melodically sweet sounding, for us, and tasteful rhythms of the blues, country, and early pop styles.
We also find repetitive, almost maniacally noisy and physically strenuous and strength depleting the, in our ears, un-meaningful fads of today.
Our youngsters find us prehistoric, boring, stiffly, and intolerant dinosaurs. They do not apprehend the notion that we were young as they are, but in more sedate times and circumstances.
We had boogie boogie. They have aerobics and rap. We did tap and rolled. They jump and crawl! They at times bring back melodies of our past and adapt them to their taste.
We did shout as crazy when, raptly, crowded the concert halls. They do shout in very similar, only separate in time, circumstances.
We did see technique, analysis and planning in a more overt way. They just enjoy the special effects that people like us, but faster in adapting the technological changes, offer them in such a flashy way.
But we can learn from each other. We can complement our experience with their renewed, even if some times, weird and confusing for us, understanding of the present and the coming times.
Generational living together can be like a pulsating hinge. Both past and future are joined together by the present in the middle.
The past is comprised by us, the grandparents, and our grown up children. At the same time we, both, are an undeniable and unavoidable reservoir of the experience available to the present.
Our grown up children and their children, at the same time, are also part, with us, the grandparents, of the present and the future!
We all have present and future valid expectations. We, even if waning ones, the expectation of a better future, before we depart from this world, if possible!
Our grown up children, the ongoing building up of their immediate future and their inheritance for their children!
Standing on the side, we, in the bottom of our hearts long for respect, and recognition, as the waning head, but head anyway, of the family nucleus.
Pitching on with what we feel is the precious reservoir of our memories, understanding of life, because we have already lived through many things and circumstances, and experience.
This getting together in the realm of this present can make the hinge close and open, depending on its flexible operation, and if it is not corroded and made useless by intolerance, misunderstanding, indifference and distrust.
My sons have taught me the intriguing ways to utilize the modern communication cybernetic programs. They have had to be patient enough to show, click by click, how to do it, as I am patterned by the step by step procedural ways of my past life.
I can convey to them my perspectives and perceptions, through my usage of these technical developments. Our generations can benefit from these exchanges and complementation of experience and skills.
This way I have finally found and understood the real meaning of the waning days of our lives. We can become the beacons of the experience light.
We can also become the sentinels on the ramparts who watch and keep safe the gates of the city and the sleep of its inhabitants, our children and descendants.
Because as we go down the road to our final rest we, paraphrasing, can still be like the prophet found out in Habakkuk chapter two verses one to three.
2:1. “we will stand at our watch post and station ourselves on the ramparts; we will keep watch to see what He will (and life) will say to us and what He (and life) will answer concerning our concern”.
2:2. “then the Lord (and life) answered us and said: write the vision, make it plain on tablets, so that runners (our children and younger generations) may read it”.
2:3. “For there is still a vision for the appointed time; it speaks of the end, and does not lie. If it seems to tarry, wait for it; it will surely come; it will not delay”.
There lies the vision. There resides the mission for our later days.
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Our grown up children and their children, at the same time, are also part, with us, the grandparents, of the present and the future!
We all have present and future valid expectations. We, even if waning ones, the expectation of a better future, before we depart from this world, if possible!
Our grown up children, the ongoing building up of their immediate future and their inheritance for their children!
Standing on the side, we, in the bottom of our hearts long for respect, and recognition, as the waning head, but head anyway, of the family nucleus.
Pitching on with what we feel is the precious reservoir of our memories, understanding of life, because we have already lived through many things and circumstances, and experience.
This getting together in the realm of this present can make the hinge close and open, depending on its flexible operation, and if it is not corroded and made useless by intolerance, misunderstanding, indifference and distrust.
My sons have taught me the intriguing ways to utilize the modern communication cybernetic programs. They have had to be patient enough to show, click by click, how to do it, as I am patterned by the step by step procedural ways of my past life.
I can convey to them my perspectives and perceptions, through my usage of these technical developments. Our generations can benefit from these exchanges and complementation of experience and skills.
This way I have finally found and understood the real meaning of the waning days of our lives. We can become the beacons of the experience light.
We can also become the sentinels on the ramparts who watch and keep safe the gates of the city and the sleep of its inhabitants, our children and descendants.
Because as we go down the road to our final rest we, paraphrasing, can still be like the prophet found out in Habakkuk chapter two verses one to three.
2:1. “we will stand at our watch post and station ourselves on the ramparts; we will keep watch to see what He will (and life) will say to us and what He (and life) will answer concerning our concern”.
2:2. “then the Lord (and life) answered us and said: write the vision, make it plain on tablets, so that runners (our children and younger generations) may read it”.
2:3. “For there is still a vision for the appointed time; it speaks of the end, and does not lie. If it seems to tarry, wait for it; it will surely come; it will not delay”.
There lies the vision. There resides the mission for our later days.
KEEP ROLLING DOWN THE BLOG ENTRIES IF YOU WANT TO SEE HOW THE TALE UNFOLDS.
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