We baby boomers had relatively peaceful childhoods, with a relatively so-called optimistic view of the world. Of course, there are always those who might have had volatile home or other lives,…but I’m not talking about that. I’m referring to our overall feeling of security and peace.
I’m sad for our children, and their children. (I don’t want to go beyond this, because I’m trying to be optimistic that maybe, by the time their children have children the world will be a better place).
Aside from the world being a different place for our children because of advances in technology – which inevitably make it a much, much different world than the one we grew up in (both larger and a lot smaller, in some ways) – it’s no longer a world where children can feel, or actually know, what it’s like to walk outside, be in a crowd, fly on an airplane, walk on the street, travel to a foreign country, turn on the news, read the paper, learn modern history, walk into a synagogue or church, visit a national monument (you get the idea)…without feeling tentative, unsafe or unsure.
They can’t become doctors without learning how to treat victims of bombings, without considering that an innocent runner might lose a limb, a small child might lose their life, a cheering bystander might come in with shrapnel lodged deep inside their body.
They can’t become adults without learning that an ordinary day worthy of celebration and merriment could, in an instant, turn into an indescribably pathetic scene of utter chaos, sadness and longing for what once was.