Lent 32

On my way outa work I was listening to the old people Best of 80’s, 90’s and Today station. I heard Katy Perry’s Teenage Dream followed by Rod’s Stewart’s Forever Young. I had to turn the station before I heard Jack and Diane.

What is with all of our fetishizing of youth? I can appreciate Alphaville and bob my head to the Jay-Z remake of that other Forever Young (and we still haven’t even tapped Dylan). So many songs with the same theme, same name for crying out loud!

I am sorry Bob Seger, but I’m glad I know now what I didn’t know then. I wish I could have learned a few of life’s hardest lessons by osmosis. But it simply doesn’t work that way. I want to take what I’ve learned about myself, about the world, life, trust and doubt, hate and love and wear it on my sleeve. I realize it still won’t cover my whole arm. I have so much yet to learn, so many areas in which to grow.

I was a handsome little guy. But there was no simpler time. Just simplistic understanding. I want to allow the world to continue to stretch my heart and imagination longer than Yao Ming’s wing span.

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