I was watching the movie Intern yesterday and was left touched by Robert De Niro’s portrayal of this seventy something with a openness for trying new things, without caring what others may think, confident, self assured and yet so empathetic. It set me thinking about new experiences.. where we step back in fear, where in we learn from one another, from a different generation and about ourselves
As a kid we look at anything with curiosity and openness..Willing to learn and try. Somehow as we grow older, for some of us our openness gets jaded..partly by fear of failure, partly by our own rational thinking mind that has classified these choices as safe/silly/meaningless pursuits.
Sometimes we are not even conscious of this block. Each generation will swear the music of their generation is better and that this one will never reach that stage. That food cooked by the wife will never be as good as that cooked by the mom. That new age fads and technology is simply that only the new generation can understand.
At other times, we shudder and criticize and fear the new. These Goth looks, terrible hairstyles, informal almost shabby dessing..yuck! whats up with the kids these days? No one in our house has become an artist..how about you stay in the family line of doctors and do cartooning on the side as a hobby? Sending a kid to that camp all alone?
“In many ways, the work of a critic is easy. We risk very little yet enjoy a position over those who offer up their work and their selves to our judgement. We thrive on negative criticism, which is fun to write and to read. But the bitter truth we critics must face is that in the grand scheme of things, the average piece of junk is probably more meaningful than our criticism designating it so.
But there are times when a critic truly risks something, and that is in the discovery and defense of the new. The world is often unkind to new talent, new creations.
The new needs friends.”