It all began a few weeks ago when a friend of mine asked me to meet with his young son and give him some life advice.  My friend was anxious about his son. His son had no job and didn’t have any plans for his future.  The request was a common request from a father who was desperate to help his son start his life journey. I was sure he had tried hard to convince his son to follow his wisdom.

Being from two different generations (me and my friend’s son), initially, I refused. I didn’t believe I could be useful to give him any advice. I had no experience of living in this time at his age. How could I tell him what to do!

I use to take two buses to go to school when I was only eight years old. Now, I have to escort my twelve-year-old daughter when she goes downstairs to get a glass of water.

I believed my friend’s son and my daughter are living a very different lifestyle.  We don’t understand each other; we don’t have typical work experience to reference in our conversation.
We, as an adult, always compare them to ourselves, “We did so they should do it as well.” This does not work anymore; we do not have a common goal. We do not see things around us the same. Our blue is their orange!

I knew my friend is desperately trying to find a way to make his son successful and I had to help him to push his son towards the right path.  We set a time and met at a coffee shop.  My friend started the conversation by telling his son, “Maziar is here to give you some advice” and then went on and on talking about his son’s background, where he studied, and how fast he could learn things.