Thursday, April 17, 2008


at 17 years old one is waxing, growing, learning…
the sad fallacy of an "adoles-centric" society such as ours is the notion that 17, 21, or 25 is arrival, the fullness of glory from which the rest of life is a slow and painful wane.

youth is the period in which a man can be hopeless. the end of every episode is the end of the world. but the power of hoping through everything, the knowledge that the soul survives its adventures, that great inspiration comes to the middle-aged.
-g. k. chesterton

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