Don’t walk behind me; I may not lead. Don’t walk in front of me; I may not follow. Just walk beside me and be my friend. – This is actually from a children’s song from a Jewish summer camp.
In a Masonic publication from 1922, The New Age magazine, we also read “It is said, in what is called Occultism, that when the pupil is ready the Master will appear.” “Occultism” here is another term for Theosophy.
This is what happens when you raise children on (everyone gets a) Gold Star permissive parenting schemes.
Little Emperor Syndrome. You cannot get everything you want.
They lust but do not love. They want but do not need. They want their fair share, which happens to be more than their friends. They take without giving. They want data without perspective. The Just World (fallacy) is attainable. I stand for equality, same treatment and outcomes is fair. Government can solve all our problems, like parents, the money never runs out. Who needs to think about the future, carpe diem. Drugs aren’t harmful ‘cos they’re natural but medication is ‘cos Big Pharma is bad unless it legalises my high. The world is my entertainment and I can send death threats to the creators because they owe me for indulging them. Credit is like free money, right? Sleeping around is consequence free, STDs have treatments dude. I can make a $100k living with my postgrad in Medieval Madrigals.
What’s the ideology of the parental generation? Oh yes, hippies. We have adults with the minds of spoilt brats and we should be wary of the tantrum when reality sets in and they discover Bank Mummy spent the inheritance on a series of sex cruises with toyboy Rodrigo.