Throughout my experiences I have witnessed many adults who are dispirited and resentful. They exist but don’t live. I see people in their forties and fifties who believe that they “have made it”, the world owes them, or that they deserve to coast through the rest of their life because they have worked hard to get where they are. They engage in the cessation of learning, the atrophy of manners, and the erosion of altruism. They express little hope or care for the future because they won’t be here when the crises hit. I am worried that this cynicism may now (or has) filter(ed) into younger generations.
Life is not a struggle but series of experiences to better ourselves. As Maria Montessori explains: “[L]ife has a tendency to activity,…activity leads to experience,…and experiences to a perfection of being. The process of self-perfecting is called evolution.” Life is not a plateau but rather continual learning and growth.
“What do I want out of life?”
“What can I do to make a difference?”
“What can I do to improve the world?”
“What do I want to leave this world with? What is MY legacy?”