Youth
Youth is not a time of life;
it is a state of
mind;
it is not a matter of rosy cheeks, red lips and supple knees.
It is a matter of the will, quality of the imagination, vigor of the
emotions;
it is the freshness of the deep springs of
life.
Youth means a temperamental predominance of courage over timidity,
of the appetite for adventure over the love of ease.
This often
exists in a man of 60 more than a boy of 20.
Nobody grows old
merely by a number of years.
We grow old by deserting our
ideals.
Years may wrinkle the skin, but to give up enthusiasm wrinkles
the soul.
Worry, fear, self distrust blows the heart and turns the
spirit back to dust.
Whether 60 or 16, there is in every human being’s heart the
unfailing child like appetite of what’s next and the joy of the
game of living.
In the center of your heart and my heart there is a
wireless station, so long as it receives message of beauty, hope,
cheer, courage and power from men and from the Infinite, so long
are you young.
When the aerials are down, and your spirit is covered with snows
of cynicism and the ice of pessimism, then you are grown old, even
at 20, but as long as your aerials are up, to catch waves of
optimism, there is hope you may die young at 80.