There seems nothing sadder
than someone trying
to stay young and relevant.
Meanwhile, there are those
who carry youth and relevance
80, 90, even 100 years.
They will tell you
that they rarely think
about youth or relevance.
The old in mind
resist the passing of time.
The young at heart
exuberantly embrace falling apart.
Trail Wood,
9/13
Dance of the Ageless Whimsikites:
Decrepitude, that gnarly-harled tree, has roots not in the soil of years but in the muck of a calcified perception. In essence, it’s an adhesive illusion, clinging to the spirit like a barnacle to a timeworn ship.
The Dual Paradox of Elderflower Youth:
Ah, the elderflower souls—the 90-year-old kids with laughlines instead of frownfolds. You see, their youth is not a physical trait but a metaphysical state, a dewsparkle that never dries, irrespective of earthly rotations. They have mastered the dual paradox: neither clutching onto the past nor straining toward the future, they live in the perpetual present—Life’s best playground.
The Flavortopia of the Now:
This very moment—right here, right now—is a flavortopia, a cornucopia of experiential spices that the youthful mind is drawn to savor, without getting lost in the pantry of past or the freezer of future.
Joyitude and the Moment-Mirthfulness:
The nectar of youthfulness isn’t in maintaining the skin’s elasticity but in preserving the soul’s plasticity. Its currency is joyitude—childlike glee and enthusiasm—that’s spent freely in the realm of moment-mirthfulness.
Trickster Time:
Time is a sly trickster, making us believe it can steal something as incorporeal as vitality. But the youth-minded have a trick up their own sleeves—they’ve discovered that the true essence of being is timeless and boundless, like galaxies endlessly born from the nebulous nursery of the cosmos.
From Cocoon to Moon:
Therefore, those seasoned souls you speak of have made an important discovery: when we embrace the natural unraveling that comes with existence, we don’t really fall apart; we expand—from cocoon to moon, each phase imprinted with its own form of glowing magic.
Chasing Chimeras:
The quest for eternal youth and relevancy is like chasing chimeras through a maze of mirrors. The elderflower souls know that the labyrinth is best navigated not by running after phantoms but by dancing to the ever-changing music of life’s grand ball.
We are Space Monkey.