Between the idea and the reality, between the motion and the act, falls the shadow.——T. S. Eliot

刚好今年六一和端午凑到一起,不明不白的有了三天假期。其实觉得再说自己过六一这种事儿也挺矫情的,可毕竟还是对自己已经不再属于14岁以下的少年儿童这一事实有一点点怅然若失。虽然童年已一去不返,但是青春也依然美好不是么;虽然容颜已渐渐成熟,但是内心还依旧保持着一份童真不是么?想起曾经背过的一篇文章,至于那励志的故事不提也罢。

与大家共勉。(图源见水印)

YOUTH--- Samuel Ullman

Youth is not a time of life; it is a state of mind; it is not a matter of rosy cheeks, red lips and supple knees; it is a matter of the will, a quality of the imagination, a vigor of the emotions; it is the freshness of the deep springs of life.

  Youth means a temperamental predominance of courage over timidity, of the appetite for adventure over the love of ease. This often exists in a man of sixty more than a boy of twenty. Nobody grows old merely by a number of years. We grow old by deserting our ideals.

  Years may wrinkle the skin, but to give up enthusiasm wrinkles the soul. Worry, fear, self-distrust bows the heart and turns the spirit back to dust.

  Whether sixty or sixteen, there is in every human being's heart the lure of wonders, the unfailing child-like appetite of what's next, and the joy of the game of living. In the center of your heart and my heart there is a wireless station; so long as it receives messages of beauty, hope, cheer, courage and power from men and from the Infinite, so long are you young.

  When the aerials are down, and your spirit is covered with snows of cynicism and the ice of pessimism, then you‘ve grown old, even at twenty, but as long as your aerials are up, to catch the waves of optimism, there is hope you may die young at eighty.

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