Is Old Age for Fun or Wisdom?

I ONCE met a woman who moved with her husband from the New Jersey suburbs to a house on a dirt road in the Adirondack Mountains. She said she could no longer cope with the whirlwinds of traffic back home. Here in the woods, by a rocky river, she intended to spend her last years.
Her life didn’t really conform to the American ideal, which involves lots of activity, lots of travel and lots of fun. Old age is supposed to bring youthful busyness, with dancing to pumping music in gyms, road trips and cruises to exotic places. You’re supposed to dress like you’re 16, in tank tops and yoga pants, and be up for romantic novelty with new “partners.” Toward the end of life, when the body is worn and much less attractive, one is supposed to imitate not just the energy of people decades younger, but even their sexual appeal, which only goes to making the old ridiculous and sometimes downright hideous.
This cultural phenomenon is a disaster. For one, it keeps the old from anchoring the ship of society. By devoting time and energy to correcting, directing and upholding, the old protect moral and spiritual values. There’s an evil drive behind the leveling of the generations. It helps create a society of soulless materialists easy to control. In dystopia, the young are given rights and privileges beyond their years.The young are not young and the old certainly are not old. The generations are equally superficial and hedonistic.
The importance of old age is not in having free time for pleasure and doing things one couldn’t do when one was young; it’s in preserving and embodying wisdom and reverence. In the loss of beauty, the old prove perhaps that beauty isn’t supreme. (more…)




