YOUTH IS WASTED ON THE YOUNG.

Monday, another new week. We are into the middle of April almost. The weather is so great and makes me want to be out in the woods or down by a river somewhere. The house next door on the north has Lilacs blooming, the house on the South of us has a cherry tree in bloom. Fall is my favorite season, but Spring runs a mighty close second. The beauty of everything starting to be in bloom is breathtaking

My brother tells something a friend of his says. That God has things backwards. That people should be born old and grow younger as they go along. Sort of like That movie "Benjamin Button," I guess. Don says that when we finally get smart, we're old and die. You know he just might have something in that theory. Our whole perception of life changes as we age. We see everything clearer and realize what is important. And usually it is not what we thought was important when we were young.

I suppose if you were born old with wisdom that comes with age, then slowly become young you would still have that wisdom. And really be able to enjoy your youth and use it wisely. We don't think much about our health when we are young, about taking care of ourselves. We eat what we want, push our bodies. Then wonder why when we are old why we're in such bad shape.

The one thing I am becoming more aware of is that as people grow older, so many seem so concerned about their health. Its all they think and talk about. It controls all their conversations. Try to have conversation with a person over sixty-two and all they talk about is their aches and pains. Please Lord is my prayer not to complain every time I have a joint ache. I guess as we grow older we are more aware the days are running out and every pain scares us. we think this may be the big one. It's really kind of boring actually to listen to older people's converstaion. Everyone trying to top the other with the fact they hurt the most.

But if we were born old, with the pains of old age, then become young and more healthy as we went along. Quite probably we would appricate it more and take better care of ourselfes.Now that might not be the way it would work out at all but it seems to make sense to me anyway.

I din't worry about much when I was young. I always believed there would be plenty more tomorrows to take care of everything in. So youth I think is wasted on the young. They don't know how to appreciate it at all. Smooth skin, sleeping good at night, knees don't creak. You can see, have your own teeth.You just don't realize what getting older is going to do to you.

You want to grab these young people and say, "You're letting it get away." It will be gone and believe me it won't come back." But they wouldn't listen. I never listened, so why should they. I wonder sometimes if I could go back and do it over would I make better decisions. Oh I certainly hope so. But you never know. I could do worse. So if I ever get to talk to God in person. I'm going to ask him. "Do you think you might have gotten it backwards.?" Just to see what he thinks.

Well I have rattled on again. So I will leave this keyboard, wishing the words that have appeared here had been better. I'm always saying that, aren't I? Maybe someday, maybe. For today, I'm outta here.