‘Did Plato have it wrong’, wonders Private English Tutor?
Where one can talk as easily of decades as they can of single years [as this private English tutor can :-)] then it is safe to assume they have been around the block once or twice.
Time brings everything.
I don’t doubt Plato’s wisdom but I wonder if he is totally accurate here and I do wonder what he means by ‘everything’.
This got me a-thinkin’ about what Time had brought me in this adventure that we call life – or perhaps it got me a’thinkin’ what time hadn’t provided me with. In a nutshell, it hasn’t brought me fame, fortune and beauty!
In the grand scheme of capitalistic acquisitions, I have obtained many things in my life which my ancestors wouldn’t even have dreamed of. Car, TV, telephone, computer, camera, etc. Wonderful devices that they are, I am not convinced they make my life any better than theirs. The devices lurk under the umbrella called ‘Progress’ but I don’t think they come under the purest meaning of the word.
Compared to many, time has brought me a privileged life style. Sometime long ago, I crossed the border from working to middle class by dint of my education. My blogging friends around the world, not being as moribund in a class system as we British are, may not quite appreciate this crossing of class boundaries but please bear with me.
That privilege has meant that I have not had to spend my life in a coal mine, steel foundry or breathing in the dust on a pot bank (wedgewood, Doulton, Spodes, etc.) – the three industries that proliferated the area during my youth. All I have had to put with, have been spotty-faced obnoxious teenagers that didn’t want to be in a classroom and had to carry out ridiculous directives sent down from above by so-called managers that didn’t know their ar*e from their elbow. They may have been good teachers before their promotion but many couldn’t manage a pi*s up in a brewery.
Taking the leap of faith from that formal education system to that of a nomadic private tutor was one of 90% perspiration 10% inspiration. Useless directives from above now sit my virtual In Tray, languishing under a pile of virtual dust and those disruptive teenagers blight the lives of colleagues that remain propping up the tottering British Education System. A system led by governmental donkeys while thoroughbreds till the barren soil.
As the decades have rolled relentlessly onwards I have gained and experienced much but as it says at the top of this blog, ‘You never know what’s around the next corner’.
Is Plato’s ‘everything’ still awaiting this private English tutor?