"I studied the lives of great men and famous women, and I found that the men and women who got to the top were those who did the jobs they had in hand, with everything they had of energy and enthusiasm." ~ Henry Truman
Forever Young
Youth is not a time of life - it is a state of mind, it is a temper of the will, a quality of the imagination, a vigor of the emotions, a predominance of courage over timidity, of the appetite for adventure over love of ease.
Nobody grows old by merely living a number of years. People grow old only by deserting their ideals. Years wrinkle the skin, but to give up enthusiasm wrinkles the soul. Worry, doubt, self-distrust, fear and despair - these are the long, long years that bow the head and turn the growing spirit back to dust.
Whether they are sixteen or seventy, there is in every being's heart the love of wonder, the sweet amazement at the stars and starlike things and thoughts, the undaunted challenge of events, the unfailing childlike appetite for what is to come next, and the joy and the game of life.
You are as young as your faith, as old as your doubt; as young as your self-confidence, as old as your fear, as young as your hope, as old as your despair. When the wires are all down and all the innermost core of your heart is covered with the snows of pessimism and the ice of cynicism, then you are grown old indeed.
But so long as your heart receives messages of beauty, cheer, courage, grandeur and power from the earth, from man and from the Infinite, so long you are young.
~ Author Unknown ~
Forever On My Mind
The fragrance of a yellow rose
Floating about the air,
Reminds me of another time,
And of a beauty so rare.
The melodic strains of an orchestra
Whispering through the night,
Remind me of another time,
And so of a lovely sight.
Remembrances such as these
Flood my thoughts with rhyme
And I can not help but long for
The song of another time.
A time when life made sense to me,
When love was everywhere;
When you and I would dance and dance
While your fragrance filled the air.
Such memories consume me,
And they constantly remind;
That you, my sweet, are in my heart
And forever on my mind.
--author unknown