Somebody mention Holden ol’ boy? I could sense it :)
Naah I’d better not go down that road again. Although that doesn’t mean there aren’t a few roads I’d love to go down again.
That, for me, is the “moral of the story”, if you please. There’s always a part of your life you’d rather live again, maybe even wanna be stuck in forever. When Fitzgerald wrote the story, he actually set out to prove Twain wrong. The story shows that the best part of your life doesn’t in fact come at the beginning. You’re as helpless and dependent as a child as you’re as an old person. However, there is a certain “golden period” for most of us, that we look forward to as children and then look back upon longingly as senior citizens. Depending on individual experiences, this may vary greatly. But it’s safe to say that it doesn’t come towards either the beginning or the end. In many cases it starts towards late adolescence and lasts till “the hardness of this world slowly grinds your dreams away, and you lose yourself in work to do, work to do and bills to pay”, to quote The Boss.
As a child or a young teenager you’re curious about the world, and even more so about your own abilities. You see people you admire, and you think, “can that be me”? You’re anxious to test yourself, to see what you can achieve, and so you can’t wait to grow up. As a really old man you’re past your prime. You’ve seen your best, and you wish you could be your best again. You’re not looking forward to anything except the end, and that’s only because you don’t have a time machine. If you were an achiever, you’d love to live those moments again. If you screwed up, you’d wish for a second chance.
Of course, for some people, the wonder years may be overrated. Some are too ambitious to achieve everything they can while they can, others enjoy middle-age as much as youth. But even for ambitious people, the game is more fun towards the start and the little achievements that start them out on the path to bigger success matter more. Going back to that old cliche of the journey being more important than the destination, very often people may start running out of destinations as they grow older. Many may find the “real world” just too damn hard, which makes them wanna go back to simpler times. This does not necessarily mean childhood.
I’m reminded of Philip Roth’s “Everyman”, which I just finished reading. It is about a retired man who battles with the various health problems that often accompany old age, and simply can’t get the image of his young and healthy self out of his mind. It is at least partly autobiographical, so the author knew what he was talkin’ about.
Of course, if you were witness to WWII as a young man, you’re likely to end up being as cynical of life as a whole as Kurt Vonnegut or Joseph Heller. Who knows, you may even come unstuck in time a la Billy Pilgrim, and then you’d never miss any moment cos you’d live each of them all the time :)
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oLahav said – Mon, 02 Feb 2009 21:20:35 -0000
That was a funny one…