Tuesday, February 22, 2011

Youth

"YOUTH…is not a time of life-it is a State of Mind. It is not a matter or Ripe Cheeks, Red Lips and Supple Knees; it is a Temper of the Will, a Quality of the Imagination, a Vigor of the Emotions; it is a Freshness of the deep Springs of Life.

Youth means a Temperamental Predominance of Courage over Timidity, of the Appetite for Adventure over Love of Ease. This often exists in a Man of Fifty more than a boy of twenty.

Nobody grows Old by merely Living a Number of Years; People grow Old only by Deserting their ideals. Years wrinkle the Skin, but to give up Enthusiasm wrinkles the Soul. Worry, Doubt, Self Distrust, Fear and Despair-These are the long, long years that Bow the head and Turn the Growing Spirit back to Dust.

Whether Seventy or Sixteen, there is in every Being’s heart the love of Wonder, the sweet Amazement at the Stars and Starlike Things and Thoughts, the Undaunted Challenge of Events, the unfailing Child-like Appetite for what next and the Joy and the Game of Life.

You are as Young as your Faith, as Old as your Doubts, as Young as your Self-Confidence, as Old as your Fears; as Young as your Hope, as Old as your Despair.

In the Central place of your Heart there is a wireless Station; so long as it receives Messages of Beauty, Hope Cheer, Courage, Grandeur, and Power from earth, from Men and from the Infinite, so long are you Young.
When the Wires are all down and all the Central Places of Your Heart are covered with the Snow of Pessimism and the Ice of Cynicism, then are you Old indeed,and may God have mercy on your soul”

Author Unknown


Love this poem

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