I love to hear new music so do they. I love to get into scrapes, but now tend to be too sensible. I have a reckless streak, but now circled with caution. I love the thrill of adventure but am now live by routine. So in fact I do not have the heart of a youngster, but I love the heart they do have.
I love the idea of wilderness and eating what you find, of braving the elements and feeling the rain or sea lash against your face, but lost in bills and worries of the day compensate myself with strolls by the river and feeding ducks. I love to run and jump, but currently have a limp. I love all kinds of things, but must manage with what I’ve got.
I love the world of opportunity free from chains but live in a world of commitments and responsibilities. So perhaps I have a heart, but not exactly the heart of a youngster. There are compensations beyond measure. My family and friendships forged through many years. The memories of adventures that I’ve had. Reasonable health so I can enjoy the day
In some ways I live vicariously through my children. All those with grown children do. As a young man I lived with possibility and potential. Now I live with consequences and carefully crafted opportunity. In the battle of life I am no longer in the first wave, charging at the obstacles before us, but on the hill directing events or shouting ignored advice which is eaten by the wind. The more we know, the less we are listened to, or so it seems
There are many people I would love to help but I have problems helping myself.
So here I am, lost in contradictions just like youth. Struggling against the limitations imposed on me by circumstance and my own characteristics. Frustrated but alive I find myself pushing against walls. Different walls but still the same sense of pushing. I have a heart.