At the beginning, it's all measured out, how much life we
get, how much we get to see and of that, how much we get to understand.
We're given only so much excitement and only so much grief. It's measured
just how many breaths we get to take and there seems a formula to the ratio of
tears to laughter within a lifetime.
The problem comes in when people try to hold onto their youth. Try as they might, the truth is they cannot. It would be like trying to hold on to a gentle spring shower. It makes you feel good, it's pleasant to look at but like all things in Life it has a beginning, a middle and an end. You can capture it on film, and you can project the image onto a movie screen, but the feel is not there, the gentle breeze is missing and the lovely sound, although played back with digital wizardry is never the same.
If youth were something we were supposed to hang onto it would have a handle, with a comfortable and ergonomically correct grip. It would be light weight and fastened in such a manner as to never come off or loosen.
There would be youth-handle surgeons for correcting slippage issues or gripitis. There would be separation consulting professionals trained to deal with accident victims. And each youth handle would come in sizes and colors that match exactly to the individual.
And here's the important part; there would be a little screw-on cap at the end of the handle, because stored within the handle would be a variety of pills. There would be pills you could take to add extra silly to your life. There would be adventure pills, foolish curiosity pills, wild abandon pills, goody-twoshoes pills, and of course know-it-all pills.
As these youth handles would have nothing whatsoever to do with the government there would be no warning labels or caution stickers. And of course there would be no handy, color coded chart indicating which pill is which, although taking a cue from nature, you may want to avoid the bright red ones with the yellow stripe.
The problem comes in when people try to hold onto their youth. Try as they might, the truth is they cannot. It would be like trying to hold on to a gentle spring shower. It makes you feel good, it's pleasant to look at but like all things in Life it has a beginning, a middle and an end. You can capture it on film, and you can project the image onto a movie screen, but the feel is not there, the gentle breeze is missing and the lovely sound, although played back with digital wizardry is never the same.
If youth were something we were supposed to hang onto it would have a handle, with a comfortable and ergonomically correct grip. It would be light weight and fastened in such a manner as to never come off or loosen.
There would be youth-handle surgeons for correcting slippage issues or gripitis. There would be separation consulting professionals trained to deal with accident victims. And each youth handle would come in sizes and colors that match exactly to the individual.
And here's the important part; there would be a little screw-on cap at the end of the handle, because stored within the handle would be a variety of pills. There would be pills you could take to add extra silly to your life. There would be adventure pills, foolish curiosity pills, wild abandon pills, goody-twoshoes pills, and of course know-it-all pills.
As these youth handles would have nothing whatsoever to do with the government there would be no warning labels or caution stickers. And of course there would be no handy, color coded chart indicating which pill is which, although taking a cue from nature, you may want to avoid the bright red ones with the yellow stripe.
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