Blessed is he who in his youth was young, Blessed is he who in time is ripe.
A. S. Pushkin
There are at least two context question - why are we afraid to grow old. In the first case - it is solely a "women's" issue with incorrect identification of youth, beauty, attractiveness and personal happiness. Such identification makes the inevitable conclusion: if I get old before meeting someone who will love me, I won't be loved anymore. Or this: I shall grow old, and me stop loving husband. And, of course, will go to the young.
I am a woman, and nothing female is not alien to me. I know that there will come a time, when in September, new students will no longer find me friendly bewilderment: hee-hee! curvaceous blonde and... Kant. If you are a woman, reading Kant goes well only with a good figure. But I try not to think about it. I think about something else...
Beauty, understood as a purely visual appeal, not age. Who does not agree with that? I remember, at the dawn of its misty youth I attended music school. And I was the teacher and chorister. Forty five. Stroinska. Legs-chord, which is rare in nature occur. Chest voice, confidence, holiest and great charm. When she looked his age, did not melodies, not chopped Botox and did not hide, as she, with great pomp celebrated every birthday, collecting a bunch of friends. Mother took care of young girls, their students, and was not jealous of anyone to life and happiness. And fans! Whatever you don't want.
Beauty is not dependent on age, attractiveness from the shop. Personality is perceived holistically, and therefore the charm and charisma make a miracle: chromonica crazy. But all together it does not guarantee happiness. Alas.
And yet. We talk about attractiveness. But that's the appeal? For whom? Appeal at all? Attractiveness to men? Yes, there are rumors that men prefer blondes, Busty, stupid, smart, including young, full and so on and so forth. Will I'll listen, begins, and think that's going to make the chest sixth size and in kings. And immediately the men - piles. And certainly among them there is he who will love me as I am him. Every day. Of course. All it will. And if the seventh the size to do? Everything will be even cooler?
The attractiveness of "generally" does not always go hand in hand with the popularity with the opposite sex just as popular with the opposite sex does not give happiness. If you want examples, I have some, though all this, I think, is obvious. Remember the tragic fate of Romy Schneider. A man of huge talent. A very fine woman. And what is the result? To be loved at any age. And unloved, sick, useless. As the cards fall. Diane de Poitiers was older than Henry II for 19 years and loved them to the end of his life within a quarter of a century. Their connection is terminated with his death, when she was 59.
And all this is nothing close to a problem of a different scale. The second approach to our difficulty - age as a social prejudice. Whatever wrote psychologists that, they say, quite "right" way to behave in order to spend "macho", we can't dismiss one stubborn fact: love is irrational force. There is a fate, alas. Not always win worthy. But not so sad when you know that try - don't try and depend on you not all. But the more rational sociality and leaves us chances to samotechny in the spirit: I have done what I could, but... We know that the society is our product, we know that we are all "the best", and we know that society does everything to put us stick in the wheel.
For example age restrictions. Oh, you're thirty and you're still not married? Tick-tock, tick-tock, tick-tock... Oh, you're fifty and you still want to love? Oh, you're eighty, and you still live? You never took place, if at 25 you're not mister Twister, the former Minister". Their desire to cut under the "human material" employers mask by appeal to the fact that the effective - only the young. Yes, "green" easier to format consciousness, no objection. And efficiency generally depends on experience, skills, and to acquire all of this takes time.
The ancient Greeks, by the way, believed that the peak of creative productivity occurs at the age from 30 to 50 years. Was called this the age of "Acme" (in ancient Greek, is the highest point, top). That is up to 30 - you "greens". What you will take? What do you know about this world and about yourself?
The saddest thing is that the cult of youth deprives youth: 13-year-old is already a lady, and the 25-year-old - "a successful man" (an ordinary cog in the industrial machine, squeezing it like a lemon). As a result, our citizens, in an effort to make time for anything but to grow up, to grow as a person. How many of these - 40-year-old, but psychologically helpless, low-income individuals that considers the natural maturation - personal problem.
Tick-tock, tick-tock, tick-tock...
"Tick-tock! "so we think we Europeans inherit the culture of humanism. However, apparently, is still required to clarify: we, Russians, have not always been Europeans and to this day the Europeans not to the end, and, apparently, we do not inherit humanism. For Europeans it's all more or less. Why not be a Casanova in a hundred years? Who to you it will be banned? There is no one. But our society, it is unkind, and among our compatriots "mercy to the fallen call" is in itself, sorry, is listed as a very original manner.
We are outraged when so biased and ruthlessly belong to us, but not doing anything to change the social mindset, starting with ourselves. First I, then you, then he and then - all of us together.
I love old people. I love my folks, who survived the evacuation in Tashkent, famine during the war, war, disaster after the war, and retains generous, open, trembling HUMAN soul. I love old people who gave me my parents. I love friends and foes - good grandparents, not quite grandmothers and not quite grandparents. It's a lie that old ugly. Old age is fine, if it becomes a natural extension of my life, lived to the maximum extent and dedication and culminating in the sense of the completion of their destiny.
Man himself is the architect of his own misfortune, I feel convinced immovable, and all the wailing about what a difficult time we live in, will not be able to convince me. Psychologists know, and we need to know that happiness is not related to external to our consciousness circumstances. You can be equally harmonious personality, and when and when not to have a mink coat or a manor house on the ruble.
The soul of man is like a full Cup, when to change the stormy and full of life it's time to share experiences with others, and isn't it wonderful that we all have the opportunity to draw from this Cup? When with age, the soul becomes a full Cup is called aging with dignity. It is related to the cult of the elderly in traditional cultures, and only in our time has suddenly become shameful to grow up. It is not surprising that children usually love older relatives. I love the faces of the elderly, when they are lit from inside a kind of kindness, acquired with experience. We might be so, and we can allow others to be so, if we are going to love them.
As we are? We do not yet know exactly what will be our old age (will it be for us a burden or not), but we already cowardly despised her. Cowardice is transformed into a superstitious cruelty. We are afraid of old age and begin to despise old people as "losers". Contempt for others (for whatever it's about it not was) - this undercurrent of contempt for himself, which will entail the desire to assert themselves, finding a reason to despise the other.
Not yet in hell, we turn to hell its present and with a mischievous indifference avoid be generous, once again calling elderly parents, helping an old lady to cross the road... Yes, a lot of do what? In life there is always a good impulse.
Human dignity is always measured by the ability to bravely face the challenges. Even if our days on the slopes of years will not be like the oasis of grace, isn't it the greatest manifestation of spiritual avarice - to become hostages of future misery? I generally believes that people age physically only because their maturation is accompanied by the acquisition of a habit to lie, dissemble, to betray, to bitch, to despise, people lose the ability happily enjoy life - every ray of sun, like a sunflower, which knows that the main thing for him is, sunlight and heat.
Spiritual toxins accumulate and appear on the face wrinkles, and suppressed genuine emotion in punishment turn into extra fat on the ribs is that we do not let go of himself, remains in us and killing us. So human nature itself is protesting against the perverted human being "reasonable" man cunning and calculating, predatory growing up "wrong". Worth thinking about: I don't want to grow old - not elder.
There is this myth about Sisyphus. In ancient times it was invented by the Greeks. In punishment for the deception of the gods condemned Sisyphus endlessly rolling on the mountain rock that barely Sisyphus reached the top of the mountain, broke down (ancient gods loved to punish heavy pointless work).
Someone will say: Oh, thank you... Find something to please. But, wait a minute! This myth has become one of the most popular in our time. As a proud symbol of the greatness of the human spirit. The stone is not in the power of Sisyphus. But in his power to curse fate or triumph. Sisyphus selects triumph, triumph over the evil that could not break his spirit.
We, fortunately, not Sissify. But we put it on the shoulders of the stones. So who is responsible?
Author:
Tereshchenko E.
Source:
Леди@mail.ru
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