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Youth Shall Be…

It takes a very long time to become young.

When you’re young, you think everything you do is disposable. You move from now to now, crumpling time up in your hands, tossing it away. You’re your own speeding car. You think you can get rid of things, and people too leave them behind. You don’t yet know about the habit they have, of coming back. Time in dreams is frozen. You can never get away from where you’ve been. It is easy, when you are young, to believe that what you desire is no less than what you deserve, to assume that if you want something badly enough, it is your God-given right to have it. 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. Youth ends when egotism does; maturity begins when one lives for others.

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 looks as if they were victims of a conspiracy; for the books they read, ideal by the necessity of selection, and the conversation of their elders, who look back upon the past through a rosy haze of forgetfulness, prepare them for an unreal life. 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. It doesn’t matter how many times you leave, it will always hurt to come back and remember what you once had and who you once were. Then it will hurt just as much to leave again, and so it goes over and over again. Once you’ve started to leave, you will run your whole life. You are only young once, but you can stay immature indefinitely

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. What disturbs and depresses young people is the hunt for happiness on the firm
assumption that it must be met with in life. From this arises constantly deluded hope and so also dissatisfaction. Deceptive images of a vague happiness hover before us in our dreams, and we search in vain for their original. Much would have been gained if, through timely advice and instruction, young people could have had eradicated from their minds the erroneous notion that the world has a great deal to offer them.

What ever happened to the passion we all had to improve ourselves, live up to our potential, leave a mark on the world? Our hottest arguments were always about how we could contribute. We did not care about the rewards. We were young and earnest. We all have our youthful follies, embarassing to recall but people somehow find it hard to dismiss as a youthful folly anything that has happened to be a financial success. The gods have been good to you. But what the gods give they quickly take away. You have only a few years in which to live really, perfectly, and fully. Be game take a chance don’t hide behind veils and veils of discretion… Go forward with what you have to say, expressing things as you see them. You are new evidence, fresh and young. Your work, the spirit of youth, you are the progress of human evolution. If age dulls you it will be time enough then to be ponderous and heavy or quit. It takes a tremendous amount of courage to be young, to continue growing not to settle and accept. Nothing in childhood is ever wasted.

My voice so filled with nostalgia that you could almost see the memories floating through the blue smoke, memories not only of music and joy and youth, but perhaps, of dreams. They listened to the music, each hearing it in his own way, feeling relaxed and a part of the music, a part of each other, and almost a part of the world. Sunrises paints the sky with pinks and the sunset with peaches. Cool to warm. So is the progression from childhood to old age. 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. Today is not just another ordinary day. It is an opportunity to do, or say, something that just might inspire someone to greater becoming especially a wayward youth. A wealth of experience and wisdom doesn’t have to be a dead giveaway to your increasing years. The spin you put on it is what will keep you young. Don’t let it make you bitter. Learn from it, and let it make you better. The great blessing and great cruelty of youth is that there seems to be time enough.

Old folks live on memory, young people live on hope.


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