So I got out the old typewriter and proceeded to type out the article and took out my crayola crayons and applied some artistic graphics to it. I hope you enjoy it as much as I still do. . . . . Y outh is not a time of life-it is a state of mind. Youth means a temperamental predominance of courage over timidity, of the appetite for the adventure with love of ease. This often exists in man of 50 more than in a boy of 20.
Nobody grows old merely living a number of years.
People grow old only by deserting their ideals. Whether 6 or 60, there is in every beings heart, the love of wonder, the sweet amazement of the stars and star-like things and thoughts, the undaunted challenge of events, the unfailing childlike appetite for what is next, and the joy of 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. In the central places of your heart, there is a wireless station. When the wires are all down and all the central places of your heart are covered with the snow of pessimism and the ice of cynicism, than we grow old indeed. . . . .