The Cult of Youth

We, apparently, want to be Dorian Grey.  Perhaps not (exclusively) in the sense that we want to engage in deeper, thicker, and more debauched behavior in the most exotic of ways, but in the sense that we have started lamenting over youth before having lost it.

Everything in our culture is being pushed younger and younger.  There used to be a set of problems that were “adult” issues.  Things that kids were sheltered from and taught when they were old enough to understand and be able to cope with them.  Childhood problems should mean trouble with multiplication, with finding good friends with whom to play, and with sibling rivalries.  This isn’t to say that a child’s life is or ought to be an idyllic playground waltz, but I think we can admit that there is something amiss when the young are almost universally forced to wrestle with problems over relationships, addictions, and crime.  Children are exposed to pain, divorce, sexuality, temptation, and a host of issues that can tear apart parents’ lives. Growing up is tumultuous … but it ought not be torturous.

In the media, coming of age stories are all the rage.  (Juno, The Secret Life of the American Teenager, Youth in Revolt, etc.)  There is such a push about “growing up” that it is a type of “midlife crisis” to deal with college.  High school may be the end of an era, but it is more of an introduction than a conclusion.

It is a strange thing that our culture has come to worship one of the most fleeting of temporal phases … I can’t even call it a virtue.  Celebrities try to look younger and younger.  Youth is taking greater and greater responsibility and perceived importance.  Going out in a flame of glory is beautiful; the slow fade is tragic.  Have you ever noticed the progression of starlets in pop culture?  A young and raw talent is discovered, rises meteorically, pushes the bounds of propriety (sex, drugs, or whatever “indiscretion,”) and is left years later to pursue rehabilitation, petty fame, or that self same slow fade.  Our culture loves stars that are young, enjoys the drama when they err, and discards them for the next fresh thing.

As our idols age and seek to be young, our children are confronted with trials that – however inevitable – were once reserved for those with the maturity and tools ready to face them.  I wonder how many people would jump at the chance to have a portrait that ages for them.  Longevity doesn’t cut it.  Immortality isn’t even good enough.  Immortal youth is the goal.

I guess the conclusion is that I want to be old.  Perhaps more accurately, I want to grow old.  Youth is something to be enjoyed now and cherished later.  It is not something to be desperately clung to now and artificially preserved later.  That kind of cloying is simply another form of greediness and forlornness when there is so much to be loved and valued in whatever season of life.  I’m sure it’s easy for me to say now – in the midst of youth – that is actually much harder in the application later on.  That fact, however, does not diminish the truth of that commitment.  If anything, it adds to it.