[NOTE: This entry has strong correlations to my enigmatic “Dear Sara” note. I cannot offer an explanation for why I wrote it, but I can offer part of the inspiration for it. Enjoy.]
“Youth cannot know how age thinks and feels. But old men are guilty if they forget what it was to be young.”
Being only 20, I am not old. But I joke a lot about getting old, sometimes to the annoyance of the people around me. This is because one day, I know I will grow old. There is, however, a choice in all of this. I never have to act old.
Age has this tendency to compress people into a robot-like automation, without emotions and desire. If my goals are to simply get through the day and survive, how am I any different from an animal, who also has the same goals? The flavor of the life that I’ve been graciously given has been lost. I cannot be effective in my endeavors, be it witnessing, work, school, or even recreation.
Youth really is a state of mind. It’s that state where you can be anything you want to be, and will pursue it vigorously.
May I honor God and point others to the redemption of Jesus through the gifts he’s given me. This youthful vigor, after all, is nothing but another one of many gifts from him.