Everybody was young, once upon a time; playing, hoping, dreaming. They figured for themselves a future that became their reality (if they were lucky and determined), maybe something to keep on their perpetual “to-do” list, or a weight to wear daily as their mantle of self-disappointment.

This is just something that I have been thinking about ….

The surest way to corrupt a youth is to instruct him to hold in higher esteem those who think alike than those who think differently
Friedrich Nietzsche (18441900.)

How beautiful is youth! how bright it gleams with its illusions, aspirations, dreams! Book of Beginnings, Story without End, Each maid a heroine, and each man a friend!” –  Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (18071882)

…and I will leave you with this: “If youth be a defect, it is one that we outgrow only too soon.” James Russell Lowell