Corey Gugino, Section #2
My grandpa was my hero. When I think of him,
I see in my mind the picture of an “old man”- gray hair, gray beard, the
collection of wrinkles around his eyes from a lifetime of smiling. He was full
of kindness and joy for life, and while his appearance might have been that of
an “old
man,” he never really seemed to get into the role. There was something
he always used to say that I never really gave much thought to, until I became
an adult myself:
“They can make me grow old, but they can
never make me grow up.”
The sentiment about the slog that is Adult Life transcends generations. Jobs, taxes, being responsible for everything…what a drag. Or is it? Susan Neiman argues against the sentiment in her book “Why Grow Up?” She acknowledges that we, as a society, have no made it desirable to grow up- nor have we made it easy. So…why grow up?
Neiman states the short answer in the last
section of her book: “because it’s harder than you think, so hard that it can
amount to resistance.” But just because something is hard doesn’t automatically
mean it’s worth doing. She acknowledges all the difficulties of growing up, and
what makes it amount to resistance- having to think for yourself (what Kant
defined as “maturity”), having to exercise good judgement, being expected to be
serious. But, despite all this, she argues that the case for maturity should be
made- it should be desired, and we should look forward to it. She references the
poem “Do not go gentle into that good night”
by Dylan Thomas, specifically the repeated line “rage against the dying of the
light.”- she offers instead that we should “rage against the picture of ageing
as one of dying light.”
When reading this, I understood what she
meant immediately. I grew up hearing the same things that we all did about
enjoying our youth: “it’s the best time of your life!” and “it’s all downhill
from here!” I remember being eleven years old, in the kitchen with my mother,
who had spent all day lamenting her 30th birthday. Even the cake
could not wake her from the throes of despair- only 30 years old, and she was
already raging against the dying light. Or, perhaps not raging, but being very
morose about the affair.
Nineteen years later, in 2022, I turned 30.
The gloom didn’t set in. I didn’t feel any different. I received a nice pair of
shoes and a good dinner. It was a good day. And, I continued to have good days.
Why did this
happen? What switch was flipped? I’m not sure. Neiman references studies that
show what is called the “U-bend,” in which people gradually get unhappier until
middle age, where the trend reverses and people get steadily happier once more.
Does my current experience buck the trend, or am I doomed to start becoming
unhappier again? No, I don’t think so- after “Why Grow Up?” was written, more recent studies
started to emerge that showed the U-bend starting to turn into more of a
diagonal line, where the unhappiest people tended to be young adults.
Neiman points
to experience and perspective as the positives of the passage of time- the
ability to truly appreciate “natural miracles” such as sunsets with fresh eyes
that can truly appreciate them in ways that we couldn’t when we’re younger. Not
only that, but with age we’re able to see how the pieces of our life fit
together as a whole picture and realize that nothing is the end of the world, or,
as she puts it, “no time in one’s life is the best one.”
These are
compelling reasons to grow up- to know that the difficulty and weight of life
will start to fade, and self-assuredness will start to fill in some of the
space that was once occupied with anxieties. That isn’t enough though- growing
up isn’t just about ageing and looking at sunsets, there is work to do. So, how
does one mature? How does one “think for oneself?” Neiman calls upon Kant once
again to help find the answers, and one of the largest pieces of the puzzle is
to “exercise good judgement.”
It’s a bit difficult to define what “good judgement” means- and that’s because it’s something that, as Kant puts it, “can be practiced but not taught.” For all intents and purposes, “judgement” in this context is the same as wisdom- and wisdom IS widely understood to be one of those things that come with time. We somehow inherently understand the difference between intelligence and wisdom- that the former is one you gain from learning facts, and the latter gained from learning through experiences.
I believe this
is why it’s easy to look back on younger versions of ourselves and cringe. I
was a bookish teen and knew a lot of raw facts- but I had practically no
wisdom. I don’t often look back at myself 15 years ago and say “wow, I was very
smart!” Instead, I look back and go, “wow, I should have listened to my
grandparents more.” My grandparents were wise. They had experience. I did not-
and thus, did a lot of silly things that my grandparents knew would bum me out.
They also had enough good judgement to realize that the only way for me to
develop MY judgement was to let me touch the hot stove.
Good judgement
is one part of maturity- another one that Neiman explores in-depth is how to be
“in agreement with oneself,” another of Kant’s suggestions. What does it mean?
It means to pose yourself the same question that philosophers have been pondering for
hundreds of years:
What if you had
to live this life again? How do you feel about the prospect?
Fredrich Nietzsche was
perhaps the most famous to pose this thought experiment. He used the example of
a demon coming to you in your darkest hour and telling you that once your life
was over, you’d have to repeat it- everything the same, with all the same
heartbreaks and joys- do you react with anger and despair, or do you welcome
the prospect?
To be “in
agreement with oneself” means to be able to answer this thought experiment with
enthusiasm. As Nietzsche put it, to answer the demon: "You are a god and
never have I heard anything more divine." And what do you do if your
response is to recoil? The answer is to reexamine how your life is going, to
change the path into one that is more satisfactory. To build not just a life
worth living, but a life worth re-living. It might be one of the most difficult
prospects of all, and one of the most fulfilling. Do you agree with yourself?
If maturity is
about exercising good judgement and living the kind of life you’d do over
again, that leaves one last thing: getting over the mental prospect of ageing. Neiman
offers the most blunt response to this possible: ageing happens if you’re lucky.
The alternative is dying young. The largest difficulty in tackling the prospect
of ageing is fighting the rest of the societal scorn that those who are called “old”
face- but hopefully, if you have matured into someone who is self-assured,
knows where to find joy in life, and live in agreement with yourself, you’ll
find the ageing process tolerable- the aesthetic changes simply surface level,
and the health changes manageable.
My grandpa
never really raged against the dying light- he laughed at it. He used to make
jokes about getting old, about his graying hair and aching bones, and about exactly
how gently he would go into that good night. The family would scold him for
being so flippant, but he never once started taking his age seriously. He was
forced to grow old- but he’d never have admitted to growing up. Did he exercise
good judgement? Yes. Did he live in agreement with himself? I’m unsure, and I’m
unable to ask him- although I’m sure if I did, he’d laugh at that too.
Neiman answers
the question “Why grow up?” with “because it’s harder than you think.” There
are many obstacles in the way, many personal hurdles to jump through. The fight
is never over. Why grow up?
Because it’s
worth it.


(Thanks for paying attention, Corey, and abbreviating your post.)
ReplyDeleteYou're right, Neiman reverses grandpa's formula (which presumes that growing up means turning cynical and bitter and losing a childlike capacity for fun). She sees growing up as loving life in the world enough to take one's share of adult responsibility for it. That's the opposite of embittered cynicism.
Oh to be 30 again! Satchel Paige asked the right question: "How old would you be, if you didn't know how old you were?"
Wisdom is indeed the accretion of experience, IF we've paid sufficient attention along the way... and if we do not lack judgment. There are, of course, plenty of old fools in the world.
At 68 I consider myself very lucky indeed, and look forward to getting luckier every day for a long time. Fingers crossed. "What a precious privilege to be alive, to breathe, to think, to enjoy, to love..." Even on a bad day. Sounds like grandpa knew that, probably better than Nietzsche did.
This is a lovely post, beautifully written.