Old Age

screams stop, but youth laughs and goes right on growing old.

Mustn't, don't. But I do. I'm young and happy and full of possiblility because I have lived just a short while and have yet to really be beaten by life. Things have happened, I have stories and laugh through it all because what more is there to do; I still have so much time to find the really good things. I still have possible and furture goals to find that I have yet to even discover. There's so much more to do before really doing anything that might matter.

Then I think of all the people that surround me and where I might be in comparrison to the lives they lead. Not to hold myself to the same standards as others, or try to accomplish all that my peers might wish to go after, but just to see where we all stand. And then I think of the generations that have come before and my grandparents and what they would be doing at my age. What have I missed? What more do I have to work for in order to end up where they are or maybe wher I would like to be.

Listening to stories of their youth and seeing the journey they have taken, what adventures they had along the way and what would be the eventual end, I can't seem to see how my life will turn out to be anything like the one they've had. And a touch a sadness creeps into my mind as the reality sets in and I see myself projected into the future and fear what I might miss if I don't start trying harder.

This is all so much fun, but really does it lead anywhere?