Youth is not a time of life. It is perennial stage of mind; it is not a matter of rosy cheeks, red lips and supple knees. It is a matter of unconquerable will, a quality of the imagination. A vigour of the emotion; it is the freshness of the deep and eternal springs of life.Youth means a temperamental predominance of courage over timidity of the appetite for ceaseless adventure over the love of ease. This often exists in a man of sixty more than a body of twenty. Nobody grows old merely by a number of years. We grow old by deserting our cherished goals.
Youth may wrinkle the skin, but to give up undying enthusiasm wrinkles our soul. Worry, fear, self-distrust bows the heart and turns the spirit back to the dust. Whether Sixty or Sixteen, there is every being’s heart the passionate lure of wonder, the unfailing childlike appetite of what’s next and the joy of game of living. In the centre of your heart and my heart there is a bewitching wireless station; so long as it receives Messages of beauty, hope, cheer courage and power from men and from the finite, so long you are young.
When the aerials are down, and spirit is covered with SNOWS OF CYNICISM AND THE ICE OF PESSIMISM, then you are grown old, even at twenty, but as long as your aerials are up to catch up the reverberating waves of optimism, there is hope you may die young even at eighty. -by Dr.K.Thiagarajan