Young!
Maybe not so long ago I would not hesitate to answer, but now no longer, although I am young, although my life has only gone eighteen years.
Because of the young, we can flaunt, can casually flaunt claiming their own dreams, flaunting their own future; because of the young, we can be carefree, can not care about other people's disdain for us, and even questioned, we are just stubbornly adhere to.
Even if injured, we can ignore any injury, only one straight forward, do not care what kind of a road we stepped behind; even if the head hit the blood, but also can gently wipe away the traces, and then smiled and stride forward, can not see their own wounds, but can feel their own strong smile; even if the bruises, but also with the wounds to move forward step by step. We can forget all the wounds because we believe we are young! We firmly believe that youth is the best medicine, can heal all the wounds. So we are not afraid, and do not care, we proudly stand in the halo of youth bright smile.
We flailed in front of others to jump in front of us think the most beautiful dance, dance out of what we think brilliant years; we have no fear of rampage, even if the pain, but also smile brilliantly. Young, once thought is the capital, once thought can be crazy, and then crazy to not the whole world in the eyes, to their own center to draw a beautiful circle!
Young, but not crazy!
When we are no longer young, how can we proudly raise our eyes and say, "Youth is capital!" We will no longer remember that the world was once proudly stepped on our feet, and no longer remember that we stepped on the world's body forward. We will also gradually forget how we once flailed and how we looked at the world with a smile on our face. We will no longer cry so loudly that all can see our tears. We know how to cry in secret on nights when no one is around, and we know how to suppress our emotions. Even if we hate each other, we will smile and talk to each other; even if we are angry, we can pretend that it does not matter and say that we are fine. We no longer and who have hatred, but also not and who are inseparable.
We know the form, we become mature, become silent, become no longer fearless. When the gears of the years in our body a little crushed, we are not shattered, but off the bone! Once young, once frivolous, looks like a joke, and we let it really happened. We don't say to ourselves anymore, "I believe in God because I firmly believe that I am my own God!" Such words no longer exist even as ventriloquism, and how can we remember the same words that we used to shout hysterically towards the world! Hysteria also seems to have become a distant dream.
When we are no longer young, we dull ourselves and forget the exuberance of youth. We only remember that life, life now makes us bow our heads. Maturity, will become our future most notable signs; silence, will be the future we do the most things. The teeth and claws seem to be only a memory with a vague outline. Young made everything, as if only belong to the young, only belong to once, grow up we will not have.
When we are no longer in a state of flux, we will naturally ask ourselves: how old am I? This is a kind of reproach to the stigma that we have left on ourselves by life, to ask ourselves whether we are really being true to life and gradually becoming its captive.
That is, no longer young, we lost the capital, lost the courage to conquer life.
Young, do not think you can be crazy! Not to mention that because others say you are crazy, you must be crazy to others. Down-to-earth, dry achievements is capital. This world, this society, there will be no one because of your madness, your so-called self-confidence and choose to believe in you, no one will believe your oath of faith, the only convincing only strength!
When no longer young, where do we go from here?
Forget the prosperity of young, look at the years mottled; or let the years look at our prosperity and mottled?!