To dance every step, be they through gardens of bright flowers or through deep snows. The young know this truth, so many of the old, or even the middle aged, have forgotten, Such is the source of the anger, the jealousy, that so many exhibit toward the young, So many times have I heard the common lament: " If only I could go back to that age,knowing what i know now!" Those words amuse me profoundly, for in truth, the lament should be, "If only I could reclaim the lust and joy I knew then."
That is the meaning of life, I have come at last to understand, and in that understanding, I have indeed found that lust and that joy. A life where that joy and lust, where that truth is understood might be more full than a life of centuries with head bowed and shoulders slumped. How strange that as I gained more to lose, I allowed that lust to diminish.
It took me this long, through some bitter losses, to recognize the folly of that reasoning...
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