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Advise on Advice?

So, who has the authority to administer advice - especially the unsolicited and unwarranted ones. Joking, of course. Sometimes, they can be unwise too.

It's a common assumption, actually more of a misconception that the older you are, the more prerogative you have to pass on pearls of wisdom anyone who's even a day younger to you. Why is this clear pecking order amongst us? Do you think there is any truth that connects age and wisdom? Yes, agreed that our collective life experience increases with age, but there's no guarantee that they are a penny's worth. People can live in their own cocoons and grow upto a maximum enlightened level of a caterpillar, even at their ripe old age. Frankly, they have little to offer. To put politely, just yawn these people's zany words away or else you'll be doomed for life.

Of course, there are wiser souls (you and me, who else?) who may have a treasure box full of experiences and are bursting to let them all out to the nearest victim in sight. I hate to be a party pooper here.....but wait......all our journey and memoirs are from another time and another place. Frankly, they could mean less in today's parlance. To put politely, we better stop yapping because it fails to make any sense, sometimes even to ourselves.

So, now you may ask (if you're still awake and not snoring already) - who should we listen to then? My vote is for the youngsters of today. They may not have age behind them, but might have terrific ideas that could change our view of today's world. Also, an unprejudiced thought of the juvenile is more credible than a pre-conceived notion of the adult. Any day. It may be a lot of theory and no practice, but don't you agree that it's those creative propositions that paves the way for innovation?

A final word on what us aspiring advisors could do - Let's start replacing the word "advice" which sounds almost like a one-way street and instead begin to "share" our past with the young. Without any expectations. Shall we?

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