Palliativity 113: Youth

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Youth, the power of a generation sailing at the deceptive speed of night. We awaken to realize ourselves a year older, and yet we haven’t even crossed the break-wall; that sheltered cove. Youth—

“We don’t inherit the earth from our ancestors,
we borrow it from our children” -David Brower

I don’t understand the phrase “family-time”. I can’t imagine a life disconnected; tuning out and stumbling in on a holiday’s eve. It is of primary importance for the young to spend time with the elderly. Their stories are our stories. We are the keepers of our own legacies.

The Greatest Generation is coming to a close. I miss those who are gone and am grateful for those who have shared their stories and lives with me. Their words and smiles are like the sound of a childhood wind-up-doll playing out it’s tune; its clock-work soul echoes an eternal loop playing in and out of time, never knowing when or where the last note will fall.

And yet the music plays on in our hearts, forever…

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