The Young And The Rested
You are only young once, but you can stay immature indefinitely.
Youth ends when egotism does; maturity begins when one lives for others. I suppose it’s not a social norm, and not a manly thing to do to feel, discuss feelings. So that’s what I’m giving the finger to. Social norms and stuff what good are social norms, really? I think all they do is project a limited and harmful image of people. It thus impedes a broader social acceptance of what someone, or a group of people, might actually be like. A primary object should be the education of our youth in the science of government. In a republic, what species of knowledge can be equally important? And what duty more pressing than communicating it to those who are to be the future guardians of the liberties of the country? To be left alone on the tightrope of youthful unknowing is to experience the excruciating beauty of full freedom and the threat of eternal indecision.That’s the duty of the old, to be anxious on behalf of the young. And the duty of the young is to scorn the anxiety of the old.
All I wanted to be wss very young always and very responsible and to feel that my life is my own-to live and be happy and die in my own way to please myself. Youth offers the promise of happiness, but life offers the realities of grief. I was not a hypocrite, with one real face and several false ones. I had several faces because I was young and didn’t know who I was or wanted to be. Older men declare war. But it is youth that must fight and die.It takes a very long time to become young. There is a certain part of all of us that lives outside of time. Perhaps we become aware of our age only at exceptional moments and most of the time we are ageless. There is a fountain of youth: it is your mind, your talents, the creativity you bring to your life and the lives of people you love. When you learn to tap this source, you will truly have defeated age. Stories you read when you’re the right age never quite leave you. You may forget who wrote them or what the story was called. Sometimes you’ll forget precisely what happened, but if a story touches you it will stay with you, haunting the places in your mind that you rarely ever visit.
The beauty of collaboration between older and younger generations is that we combine strength with wisdom a surefire way to accomplish more. A youth is to be regarded with respect. How do we know that his future will not be equal to our present? The surest way to corrupt a youth is to instruct him to hold in higher esteem those who think alike than those who think differently. It is an illusion that youth is happy, an illusion of those who have lost it; but the young know they are wretched for they are full of the truthless ideal which have been instilled into them, and each time they come in contact with the real, they are bruised and wounded. It was not their irritating assumption of equality that annoyed me so much as their cultural confusions. Most Americans seemed to confuse standard of living with quality of life, equal opportunity with institutionalized mediocrity, bravery with courage, machismo with manhood, liberty with freedom, wordiness with articulation, fun with pleasure in short, all of the misconceptions common to those who assume that justice implies equality for all, rather than equality for equals.
What defines you isn’t how many times you crash but the number of times you get back. I want to learn how to speak to anyone at any time and make us both feel a little bit better, lighter, richer, with no commitments of ever meeting again. I want to learn how to stand wherever with whoever and still feel stable. I want to learn how to unlock the locks to our minds, my mind, so that when I hear opinions or views that don’t match up with mine, I can still listen and understand. I want to burn up lifeless habits of following maps and to-do lists, concentrated liquids to burn my mind and throat and I want to go back to the way nature shaped me. When you’re growing up, it takes a long time for you to realize that there’s something different about you. On one level, you know there’s something strange, but on another, yourself is the only thing you ever knew. Old folks live on memory, young folk live on hope. Now that I’m old, I have time but don’t have the energy to spare.
We try so hard to instruct our children in all the right things teaching good from bad, explaining choices and consequences when in reality most lessons are learned through observation and experience. Perhaps we’d be better off training our youth to be highly observant. One of the roles of man is to shut his eyes and keep them shut to see if he can continue into the night of his old age the dream curtailed in the nights of his youth. Do not allow yourself to be bogged down by the negative thinking of others. Back when I was young, I had energy but didn’t have the time to spare. The path of life is clear, but not until it’s been travelled. In the immortality of youth, we are blinded by the light of our dreams, cocksure of ourselves, driven by unquestioning hope. Only when the light fades, when our youth has deserted and our hope has gone, do we turn and look back. Only then do we truly see our way. My youth is gone, but something far better has taken its place. The lost country of youth cannot be regained, because it was never lost. The vitality of youth is a vision of prophecy. The innocence of youth is lost on the guiltiness of adulthood.
Our youth need coaches, not critics.