Tuesday evening our Socrates Café met at the Mayfield Road Phoenix Coffee House and the question we pulled from the box was:
Is youth really wasted on the young?
The quote, Youth is wasted on the young, along with a slightly different version, Youth is a wonderful thing. What a crime to waste it on children, is attributed to George Bernard Shaw.
In our initial around-the-table responses, there was, in a repeat of last month, an odd unanimity with all but one person (myself) disagreeing with the statement.
Several people detected a bitterness and disapproving judgment in the words and one perceived it as distinctly male and sexual in nature.
The word wasted, in particular, troubled people because of the difficulty of describing a non-wasted life. Several examples of lives not wasted were offered but were discounted because they seemed extreme and problematic due to a perceived imbalance in the those individuals” lives.
From my own perspective, the vitality, virility and verve of life is at best most misused and at worst greatly wasted by the young because time is an as yet unappreciated commodity for those who believe they have limitless quantities of moments. While it is possible for me, now past the half-century mark, to train to run a marathon or to discover a mathematical proof or embark on a career in neuroscience, it is much more difficult to do so now than it would have been at 18.
I am sure that the sentiment did not originate with Shaw. Indeed it may be as enduring as Plato’s complaints concerning the young of his day. If it is always with us, is there an answer?
(Then there’s these kids.)