Being young means you think you can change the world with your hands tied behind your back.

Like you could, if you wanted, stretch out your hands toward the horizon of the future and never touch a single terrible thing, your fingers passing through light and twilight and not one glance of your eye spared for shadow.

Knowing how to be

Surprised at what the eyes see,

Something we all do,

But stop as the years accrue;

Stall, thinking we saw it all.

I'm too old to remember what it's like to be young, and thankfully mature enough not to care.

Being young is playing tag with friends on the playground, oblivious to the homeless man sleeping on the wooden bench as well as the drug dealer making a transaction on the forest trail a short distance away.

To be young is to be completely confident in your possibility, ability, and invincibility while being persistently insecure about who you are and where you're going.

Being young is the illusion of evading death; while wisdom shows you've been running straight into it's arms.

running through the world without a care because you trust anyone and everyone; since your minds aren't plauged with worries and insecurities anything is a toy and imagination wanders.