Today was the day where I reached a major milestone. Sixty years ago I was born and then raised on a farm in North Western NSW. Most of my primary schooling took place in a one teacher school with only 12 children.
Today, I’ve been able to ride a bike around a number of craft breweries in Fort Collins Colorado and ride in the face of what I probably would have, at twenty, imagined how my life might look at sixty.
How can we, in all consciousness, try to be too predictive around what our young people might “need” in the future in terms of skills and knowledge? The pace of change is hardly likely to slow down any time soon; but the value, as a cultural enabler, of giving permission to others to dream and envision a much extended horizon of possibility is inestimable.