Whenever you talk to them, they tell you it is too late and they start to lean on the past and stand on their own nostalgic hills overlooking the so-called glories of their past, and they seem not to listen to what you might say anymore. They just say it is too late to save this generation based on their cosmic perception of right and wrong and the irrevocable judgment they pass knowing that everybody is definitely wrong or at least under the big magnifying glass of doubt, but never are they wrong at all; it is simply impossible. Is it really impossible? Is it really too late?
When we had our time, didn’t our parents say the same about us? Didn’t our teachers say the same? Was there a reason for us to believe they were anywhere close to being right? Why do we surrender into believing this now? Is it simply because it doesn’t concern us anymore as we have grown to be whatever we are today, or just because it is simple, easy, fast to surrender and point our finger at these young, proud people, as one day we were, and say it is their fault, the damage is irrevocable, and nothing can be done about it. Then we all go to sleep while they roam the nights filling their lives with whatever they couldn’t find in our homes and hearts. Will you be comfortable losing the last shard of responsibility and forfeiting the battle?
Once upon a time, there was an old master traveling with one of his young students in the desert. They ran out of water and food. They had about one or less than a day of energy left in them. The old master decided based on the old charts that there must have been a village to the east of their position while the young student thought it was to the west based on the new charts. They argued endlessly and that last day of energy was almost over when they decided to go their own way, and so they said their farewells and left. Neither of them made it more than half a day before they lost all their strength, fell and died. The next day, people of the eastern village found the old man not far from the village, and on the other side the people of the western village found the young man, but it was too late for both of them.
When we say it is too late, it can be so for the both of us. Like in the story, both men were right, but each of them could not swallow their pride a little and say to the other: “You are right,” or “I am going to try it your way this time.” After studying all the possibilities and reviewing back all the experiences we have, we must know by now that none of us know everything, not even close to it. Both of us young and old can be right or wrong at some point. We can do nothing about that except for listening to each other, we take turns trying each other’s options; we take turns trusting each other. How can we ever bridge the gap if each is not willing to take one step closer to the other? The young and old are both right sometimes, and they are wrong sometimes. However, together we have a better chance of survival. The old man or the young could both have survived if they hadn’t wasted their time arguing and losing the last of their energy on that. Did it really matter east or west? Wasn’t it better if they both survived? Let us survive altogether with our children, students, or young people working under our management, with our parents, teachers or old experienced managers, and before we try to teach them anything, we need them to trust us, to believe in us and this can never happen if we do not trust them and believe in them first. It doesn’t matter who starts this thing, it only matters that it happens.