I was reminded today of an old comedy show, the premise of which was that a comedian would debate an unsuspecting guest about various topics. It was all a setup – the guest would be serious and passionate about the subject, but the comedian would use every opportunity pretty much just to say the most outrageous things.
I can’t remember much about the show except one line. In the middle of a debate, the comedian asked the younger guest, “How old are you?” to which the guest replied, “I’m 23.” “Well, I’m 36,” came back the comedian. “Have you ever been 36 before? Because I’ve been 23.”
It was a sweet line – a hilarious attempt to befuddle and shut down the guest, but still, a brilliant piece of thought-provoking comedy.
Because yeah, I get it. I’ve been 23. And 36. But far fewer people have been my age.
We all have experienced different lives. I wrote just recently that I only really know me. But there is something to be said for experience itself, and for the sharing of it. As long as you’ve learned something from it. I love it when people ask me about my experiences. I usually give a long-winded answer (I think I talk too much). But if someone can get something out of it, I’m quite happy.
I like the book of Proverbs in the Bible. It speaks so highly about wisdom. I suppose wisdom is quite a bit the accumulation of what you’ve actually learned from life. But what good is it if you don’t share it? What good is it if you don’t use it to help people out – not being overbearing or demanding, but in offering your experience gently and respectfully. Maybe even knowing when to shut up. That too is wisdom.
It is absolutely the responsibility of the older generation to give the wisdom of their years to those who are younger. And I hope those who are younger would take the chance to listen.