potential book?
there once was a man named Mcnair
ne’er did he grow a gray hair
then one day the mirror
shined out the clearer
and ‘twas more than the poor man could bear.
this story is not about growing old. it is about growing young. or rather, regressing back to youth. because you can’t grow young, can you? nature intended us to move forward, in one direction towards oblivion. but why? our skin gets thin, our organs shut down, we are buried in the ground and served up on a plate of dirt so the pretty flowers can live for us. but why is it that we can think and act? why are humans condemned to imagine, to question why we can’t be more? i refuse to leave this earth without being remembered. which is impossible. so therefore, i refuse to leave this earth at all. this is the story of how i became young again. and how i realized why we are only meant to grow old. wanting to be young again is the ultimate form of immaturity. wisdom is endowed on the aged for a reason. because wisdom is all they have left to cherish. if you never age, there is no wisdom to be had.
