A long time ago back when Looney Tunes dominated the Saturday morning television airways, and before cable television was a thing, I sat watching a cartoon. Now, whether or not it was a Looney Tunes or Merrie Melodies, I forget. But what I do remember was that there were some ne’er-do-well whippersnappers causing a ruckus and an older… chicken if I remember correctly. And the chicken lamented: “Youth is wasted on the young!”
For some reason, I’ve always remembered that saying coming from that cartoon. Though I don’t remember the circumstances. I just remember him waving his arms in a dismissive manner and saying that… Youth is wasted on the young! This, of course, being before the time of the internet, I totally didn’t know that this was a saying attributed to George Bernard Shaw, or that it was a popular saying for its time. I just thought it was pretty profound for a cartoon (but Merrie Melodies often tried to be profound in disguise).
Young people in general often think that they are immortal and that age will never happen to them. Aside from those who are either directly touched by death, or those who are obsessed with death, young people tend to have an abstract idea of death and dying… and a vague idea of “growing old.” Even those young people who have older people close to them tend to think that they will never get “that old.” Just as I’ve seen quite a few older people postulate that they were never “like that” when they were younger, when they were… they totally were. They’ve either forgotten, or they’re lying. Or they just don’t want to admit it to themselves.
I was much the same as a young person, I had this conceptual idea of ‘getting older’ and this kind of rough notion of when it would happen to me. I mean, logically I knew that time moved on in a very linear manner, but my mind didn’t really want to grasp the concept of how that march of time would take me with it. Even now that I’m in my early 50’s I don’t really think that in 10 years I’ll be in my 60’s, in 20 I’ll be in my 70’s and so on. That could be an effect of living in the Now, or it could have been the folly of youth. Maybe living in the Now is what keeps my mind young. I dunno. ^_^
Anyway, I totally had a direction for this blog post, but I got distracted, and now I can’t remember what it was I was going to write. Don’t you hate it when that happens? Blame Doug, he brought me cheesecake. Cheesecake is distracting. Ha! Mostly the rest of this was gonna be a ramble about how my mind and body have never quite been in sync when it comes to age and aging. Some people considered me wise for my years as a younger person. Silly people.. hehehehe. I’ve never been wise. And now I’m often told that I’m a “young” thinker. Whatever that means. I guess that I’m flexible when it comes to new ideas. I’m cool with that. I’d hate to be old and crabby… though I’ll probably become old and crabby eventually. I mean age does catch up to us all in the end. ^_^ Right? Until then, I’ll be stuck with a 20 year old mind and an 80 year old body while my chronological age is somewhere in between. Ha! Story of my life. Not that I’m complaining, mind you. I, personally, would rather shuffle through life young at heart (if nowhere else) than not be here at all.