THE AUTUMN YEARS

Youth is not a time of life … it is a state of mind.
Nobody grows old merely by living a number of years; people grow old only by deserting their ideals.
Years wrinkle the skin, but to give up enthusiasm wrinkles the soul.
Worry, doubt, self-distrust, fear and despair these are the long, long years that bow the head and turn the growing spirit back to dust.
Whether seventy or sixteen, there is in every being's heart the love of wonder, the sweet amazement at the stars and the wondrous things and thoughts, the undaunted challenge of events, unfailing childlike appetite for what next, and the joy and the game of life.
You are as young as your faith, as old as your doubt; as young as your self-confidence, as old as your fear; as young as your hope, as old as your despair.

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They say NOBODY is perfect so just call me NOBODY

That's so true, Mo. I always say, who cares about the biological age, when you are young at heart and mind.

*smiles*...i like this one..

*smiles*...i like this one..

Love this !!!

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