GnuDoyng

More often than not, youth is compared to some niceness. That, however, is a falsehood, fabulized out of benevolence by those who have already lost their youth. Actually, only when in his youth is one aware of how unfortunate he has been: in that what he read and what he heard has purposely misled him into believing this world is the Garden of Eden, and that mankind is such a perfect creature; as he bumps into reality, he tumbles, gets scraped, and bleeds. Therefore, I would rather compare youth to a path, rough and tenebrous, alongside which there lurk all kinds of conspiracies; the youngster has to depend on himself to discover all these, and then decides whether to fight or to evade.

But there will come a day, when he finally gets accustomed to all wickedness in our world, and won’t so much as distinguish good from evil; through the continuation of the fables he heard in his early years, he goes on to beguile his offspring. Yes, till then, he reaches the end of that path, catches the sunlight, and kisses his youth goodbye, once and for good…