Young at Heart
“Youth is happy because it has the capacity to see beauty. Anyone who keeps the ability to see beauty never grows old.”― Franz Kafka
We often hear our grandparents telling things about being young. When I was young I never felt the feeling of missing the childhood years. It was like I was more excited of growing up rather than cherishing the moments I have that time.
Few weeks before I was a witness of how young people were mould by their second educators, the pre-school teachers. My fellow volunteer student teachers were aghast at the situation of how these little fellas were curious about everything. Finally, a kid came up and there were no other available teacher, so I came up to her and introduced myself. As I was eye to eye with this little kid, I was like staring in my old self, back in my childhood. I’d seen myself in her because she was a bit like me, full of imagination and very egoistic. She is very active and always on the go.
Now, as were growing it could have been better if we take things a bit slower. Being young at heart doesn’t mean to be childish and immature, but rather be mature enough to appreciate the things we have at the moment. We may have a lot of things to cherish at his moment in time, but we’re just so covered up by the things that lie between us and happiness.
Right at this moment of reading this article, I want you to look around yourself. Who or what is/are around you? Imagine your world when you were younger. When you were shown a bicycle, you see a motorcycle with hot gears, instead of plain box, you see a different world inside it, you were given a small plank of wood and think of it as a silver sword and the beds look more like a trampoline than a thing for sleeping. I want you to think that life is not about growing OLD but how you grow up. Let’s forget the boundaries of adolescence and childhood. After all, it is not a sin to play and act young when you are adult. Just like what Frank Sinatra said in his song: “Fairy
We often hear our grandparents telling things about being young. When I was young I never felt the feeling of missing the childhood years. It was like I was more excited of growing up rather than cherishing the moments I have that time.
Few weeks before I was a witness of how young people were mould by their second educators, the pre-school teachers. My fellow volunteer student teachers were aghast at the situation of how these little fellas were curious about everything. Finally, a kid came up and there were no other available teacher, so I came up to her and introduced myself. As I was eye to eye with this little kid, I was like staring in my old self, back in my childhood. I’d seen myself in her because she was a bit like me, full of imagination and very egoistic. She is very active and always on the go.
Now, as were growing it could have been better if we take things a bit slower. Being young at heart doesn’t mean to be childish and immature, but rather be mature enough to appreciate the things we have at the moment. We may have a lot of things to cherish at his moment in time, but we’re just so covered up by the things that lie between us and happiness.
Right at this moment of reading this article, I want you to look around yourself. Who or what is/are around you? Imagine your world when you were younger. When you were shown a bicycle, you see a motorcycle with hot gears, instead of plain box, you see a different world inside it, you were given a small plank of wood and think of it as a silver sword and the beds look more like a trampoline than a thing for sleeping. I want you to think that life is not about growing OLD but how you grow up. Let’s forget the boundaries of adolescence and childhood. After all, it is not a sin to play and act young when you are adult. Just like what Frank Sinatra said in his song: “Fairy