It seems everyone wants to "be young again." Adults talk about the "good old days" and how "when I was young." What a gift youth really is, the mistakes we make and the adventures that we seek.
I am realizing that I am a youth. (Even though technically I'm more of an adult.) I live some really interesting adventures, everyday is a new challenge, adventure, or mistake. This special time of my life is something to be treasured and I should tell about it. I am not only writing about my life, but about the age or epoc in which I am trapped, my youth. This point through which all people cross as part of the human condition, a point that some ignore and some extend.
I went to the doctor yesterday in the big city about an hour away, Santiago. I picked up this military man that was hitchhiking to work. He told me how great the military parties are. When I got to the doctor I had to wait so long to see him. I'm sitting here with all these people waiting to get in and see the doctor. I waited on and off for about 5 hours, mostly just watching people. There were rich and poor in the hospital. One lady with her kids yelling at the nurses, two guys following these two girls flirting around the hospital, and doctors busily treating the patients. I walked across the street to the mall which is mostly upper class to eat something. I love these times when I can just watch people, the young guys flirting with the KFC girl, the two rich business men having a meeting, and the two real plastic girls buying new jewelry.
We will all die at some point, we all have the same appetites, and we all need one another. We should start embracing our youth more and more I believe.
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Alas, that Spring should vanish with the Rose!
That Youth's sweet-scented Manuscript should close!
The Nightingale that in the Branches sang,
Ah, whence, and whither flown again, who knows!
--From The Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyam
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