Showing posts with label the ecstatic feeling that comes with youth denied in war. Show all posts
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Monday, August 25, 2025

What Young Should Be

This is written in the context of the ugliness of modern warfare, where population are slaughtered.


What Young Should Be


It should be a state of invincibility,

a guarantee of safety;

believing in the powers within;

I am up to it, all of it.


It should be a view of infinity,

a horizonless plain of time;

space for all the dreams,

and I have those dreams.


It should be painless,

rejoicing in the body’s capacities;

with exhilaraion in movement;

I break into carefree running.


It should be a flood of freedom,

an unstifled education in finding oneself,

revealing many futures;

and I have those choices.