Thinking Deeply

I feel old. I know that I'm not. I hope that I haven't reached mid life yet. But sometimes my head switches into "this is what's wrong with the world" mode, which I associate with people with considerably more experience than myself. I'll try to post about my most recent "this is what's wrong with the world" thoughts later. I'm home for lunch and I don't have as much time as I would like. But this is something that those thoughts led me to.

Time is a freaking jerk.

It never stops and it rarely is kind. Sure. It provides experience for those who take advantage of it. But by the time you have the experience, you are already passed the place where it would have been really helpful to have it. So what do we do? We try to pass our experience along to those young enough to take advantage of it. But here's the thing: Experience cannot be passed along from one person to another. So the young will continue to make the mistakes, in order to learn and gain the experience, and the experienced will continue to look on in frustration, thinking "if only they had listened." I find this amusing and mildly frustrating at the same time. Probably because I really want to spare those who I care about the hardships that I had to deal with, but at the same time I'm old and I like to say "I told ya so."