FOR many people the process of aging seems to involve a gradual transition from youthful optimism through middle-aged despair and on to aged cynicism and a sense of inevitability and hopelessness about almost everything, including world affairs.
When we reach a venerable age, we also tend to look at the past through rose-coloured glasses. We remember the good stuff and forget the bad stuff. We also forget how some of that good stuff eventually turned bad.
I grew up in the 1960s, an era of immense social and political upheaval, a kind of latter day enlightenment full of bubbly optimism that has long fizzled away.
There were a lot of positives attached to that era which, had they endured, could have made the world a better place.