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Pagiging Matanda: Isang Tanong

May bagong tanong ang aking estudyante at interesante dahil simple:

Kailan ba nagiging "matanda" ang isang tao? O ano ang basehan ng pagiging "matanda na"? O sa mismong mga salita ng mag-aaral: "Kailan ba talaga tayo nagiging "matanda na"? Ano ba yung "border" kung saan kapag nalagpasan na natin iyon ay matatawag na tayong matanda?"

Isang pagbabahagi:

Nakatutuwa ang tanong mo; wari ko isa iyang tanong na tinatanong natin kung nasa ganyang edad na tayo, halimbawa, kayo, na nasa kolehiyo. Dahil sa kolehiyo, malapit na kayong matapos ng inyong pag-aaral: ibig sabihin, para bang "hindi na bata" pero "hindi pa rin matanda." At kapag nasa gitna tayo ng dalawang bagay o panahon (bata at matanda), laging alanganin, laging mahirap.

Ano ba ang matanda? Kadalasan ang edad ang basehan natin para sabihin kung sino ang matanda. Ngunit iyon nga ang problema: Ilang taon para maging matanda? Ang magiging sagot ay laging arbitraryo.

Kaya baka mas malinaw na indikasyon ang lalim ng pag-unawa ng isang tao. Kasabay kasi ng mga taon ay ang pagkakaroon ng karanasan, at kasabay ng mga karanasan ay ang pag-unawa sa daigdig. Kung ganito, ang matanda ay ang marunong at "marami nang pinagdaanan": "old and wise," ika nga. Kaya nga may mga bata pa talaga (sa edad) ngunit matanda na (sa pag-unawa). Sa kabilang dako, may mga matanda na (sa edad) ngunit isip bata pa rin--at ang pagiging bata sa ganang ito ay ang kakulangan ng pag-unawa.

At ano o saan ang "border" sa pagitan ng pagkabata at pagiging matanda kung pag-unawa ang titignan? Marahil kung natuto tayo mula sa ating mga karanasan sa nakaraan at mula sa ating mga pagkakamali.

Baka pinagsasabihan tayo na "matanda ka na kaya dapat alam mo na iyan" dahil inaasahan sa atin na dapat nauunawaan na natin ang isang bagay (naranasan na, natutunan na, atbp.) na hindi na tayo kailangang pagsabihan o turuan. O sinasabihan tayo na hindi na tayo bata kung inaasahan na marunong na tayo mag-isip para sa sarili natin.

Ngunit wari ko ang hamon ay kung paano maging pareho: mabuhay nang masiyahin at may pananabik gaya ng mga bata, habang may malalim na pag-unawa gaya ng matanda. Ang halimbawa ng taong ganyan na sabay bata at matanda ay ang pilosopo.

At ang tugon ng estudyante ay isang tugon na nagpakita bigla ng pag-unawa't kabatiran:

Sir, tama po ba na dahil sa hindi nakasalalay sa ating "edad" (numerikal) ang ating pag-unawa, sa ganoong paraan kaya nating bilisan ang ating pagtanda. Kapag lagi tayong natututo at nagiging mas malalalim ang ating pag-unawa sa mundo at sa buhay, "tumatanda" tayo. At sa ganoong paraan masasabi nating mas higit tayo sa ibang bagay, tulad nang oras (?) sapagkat hindi limitado ang pag-unlad ng ating pag-unawa (at kung gayon, ang sarili o self) sa oras o taon.


Iyan, kaibigan, ang simula ng pamimilosopiya. At wala nang kasinganda.




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  1. Anonymous8/06/2009

    I like the way you write. I would appreciate it if you write an article concerning indifference - silent treatment to be specific, - its various ramifications, and the philosophical/psychological underpinnings behind it.

    Thanks :)

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