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'Youth'
Youth is not a time of life-it is a state of mind.
It is not a matter of red cheeks, red lips and supple knees.
It is a temper of the will; a quality of the imagination; a vigor of the
emotion; It is a freshness of the deep springs of life.
Youth means a temper mental predominance of courage over timidity, of
the appetite for adventure over a life of ease.
This often exists in a man of fifty, more than in a boy of twenty.
Nobody grows old by merely living a number of years; People grow old
by deserting their ideals.
Years may wrinkle the skin, but to give up enthusiasm wrinkles the soul.
Worry, doubt, self-distrust, fear and despair-these are the long, long
years that bow the head and turn the growing spirit back to dust.
Whether seventy or sixteen, there is in every beings heart a love of
wonder; the sweet amazement at the stars and star-like things and
thoughts; the undaunted challenge of events, the unfailing childlike
appetite for what comes next, and the joy in the game of life.
You are as young as your faith, as old as your doubt; as young as your
self-confidence, as old as your fear, as young as your hope, as old as
your despair.
In the central place of your heart there is a wireless station.
So long as it receives message of beauty, hope, cheer, grandeur, courage,
and power from earth, from men and from the infinite-so long are you
young. When the wires are all down and the central places of your heart
are covered with the snows of pessimism and the ice of cynicism, then
are you grown old, indeed!
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