Age Inappropriate
The world is vain.
I watched "Logan's Run" just the other day, and reminded myself how youth is prized well over the years of wisdom; even in senility.
I have spent my days as of late wondering where I will go next. My value is dependent on my youth and education, yet their is still so much more.
I have written much over the years in my journals and note books -those of which I've kept multitudes of since I was a young age. Yet, the gap between inspiration, motivation and simple reality of daily needs overwhelms this creative spirit.
When one grows old, the future faces the end. The reality of ones life becomes real. In youth, we see it as a distant Fairy-tale. Something we can never reach. Though as children, we never even for one moment conciser that an impossibility exist.
I have spent much time after work with local elders discussing every issue on the arc of the rainbow, yet, unsatisfied. The stories the older share with me go beyond the lines on their faces and transcend to much more in what a life, as one simple person can accumulate in one life.
"Yet, we are still the forgotten souls of passing time."
Justine McNaught
I always tried to live by an ideal that youth is in the state of being we choose... But our bodies and minds age in defiance to our ambitions. The day comes, when we are weary, and trapped in some mundane existence we struggle to be free of, and cannot seem to imagine a way out.
I urge myself, and all of you to think of the still existing eternal inner child, to be set free in times as these. For life (for which you know of now) exists only now for you and you alone despite all else.
On the bed of your death will you think of those who hated and judged you, or will you think of how you hate that you were too afraid to live out the dreams you imagined in the play grounds of your youth...
I, for one, fear I am not strong enough to face up to the dreams of the young girl Justine who loved the world, climbed trees with no fear, and hoped that man kind could be better than the hardships and sorrows which seemed to hold us all back...
To this, I say goodnight and enter the field of imagination and rest.
I watched "Logan's Run" just the other day, and reminded myself how youth is prized well over the years of wisdom; even in senility.
I have spent my days as of late wondering where I will go next. My value is dependent on my youth and education, yet their is still so much more.
I have written much over the years in my journals and note books -those of which I've kept multitudes of since I was a young age. Yet, the gap between inspiration, motivation and simple reality of daily needs overwhelms this creative spirit.
When one grows old, the future faces the end. The reality of ones life becomes real. In youth, we see it as a distant Fairy-tale. Something we can never reach. Though as children, we never even for one moment conciser that an impossibility exist.
I have spent much time after work with local elders discussing every issue on the arc of the rainbow, yet, unsatisfied. The stories the older share with me go beyond the lines on their faces and transcend to much more in what a life, as one simple person can accumulate in one life.
"Yet, we are still the forgotten souls of passing time."
Justine McNaught
I always tried to live by an ideal that youth is in the state of being we choose... But our bodies and minds age in defiance to our ambitions. The day comes, when we are weary, and trapped in some mundane existence we struggle to be free of, and cannot seem to imagine a way out.
I urge myself, and all of you to think of the still existing eternal inner child, to be set free in times as these. For life (for which you know of now) exists only now for you and you alone despite all else.
On the bed of your death will you think of those who hated and judged you, or will you think of how you hate that you were too afraid to live out the dreams you imagined in the play grounds of your youth...
I, for one, fear I am not strong enough to face up to the dreams of the young girl Justine who loved the world, climbed trees with no fear, and hoped that man kind could be better than the hardships and sorrows which seemed to hold us all back...
To this, I say goodnight and enter the field of imagination and rest.