Thoughts

I once thought that I was invincible. I once thought the world was at my feet; the sky a limit I could easily surpass.

I was young.

What cruel thing is youth, that it must fill our heads with such ambitions when we are unable to obtain them? Why must we suffer as we grow older and slowly become fragile, weak, passive?

Youth is truly wasted on the young.

The one thing I am thankful for as I grow is that I slowly begin to understand what it is to feel, to care, to love. Love is not wasted on the young, nor is it on the old.

As I grow, I begin to grasp more closely to where love lay.

I can only hope to reach it before I am gone.

~H