THE STORYBOARD CALLED LIFE

Invincible

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Despite the availability of numerous expensively constructed underpasses, students on their skateboards and rollerblades dashed across Broadway, escaping the cars by inches, full of confidence that youth cannot be harmed… I could almost recapture the sensation.

Cinda Hayes/ Render up the body

As someone who is in transition between youth and adulthood, I can relate to both POVs of the youth and the author, who mourns her youth.

Youth refers to a time period that is in the earlier stages of life, usually in the teenage years. Youth can also be used to describe vibrancy, energy, passion, freshness, spirit. As the above quote implies, young people often share the feeling of invincibility. An arrogant fantasy that nothing, no one can touch them, no force can slow down their motion.

As someone outgrowing this term, I can relate; youth is an illusion of invincibility and tricks young people to believe that they have a big old life ahead of them and have so much time to right any screw ups that they cause… and maybe young people haven’t fully grasped the meaning of consequences yet.

I just get annoyed at the little TBs on the train that pump up their ugly music.  With their carefree, selfish attitude, because they’re not burdened and jaded by life’s disappointments, frustrations and responsibilities. Without these anchors, youth are blessed with the ability to take chances. Despite these risks being somewhat mis/ uncalculated, I kind of envy “youth” because they remind me of how I used to be and how life used to be so much more carefree and I kinda miss that…

Even if i don’t feel so invincible anymore, with God at least I feel able to do anything.

Now I’d like you to step forward over here. They’re not that different from you, are they? Same haircuts. Full of hormones, just like you. Invincible, just like you feel. The world is their oyster. They believe they’re destined for great things, just like many of you, their eyes are full of hope, just like you. Did they wait until it was too late to make from their lives even one iota of what they were capable? Because, you see gentlemen, these boys are now fertilizing daffodils. But if you listen real close, you can hear them whisper their legacy to you. Go on, lean in. Listen, you hear it? — Carpe — hear it? — Carpe, carpe diem, seize the day boys, make your lives extraordinary.

-John Keating / Dead Poet’s Society

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Written by Candice

February 25, 2009 at 4:32 pm

Posted in Contemplate.

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