Youth is a quality of being, most naturally exhibited during time, and most difficult to retain post the time. Youth is bestowed upon a child at birth, a gift of purity from its sender, to cherish for as long as he dared. Yes, it is fear that takes youth away. Fear of consequences, fear of "what's-to-come?", fear of unfamiliar situation, fear of challenges, fear of being singled out, and fear of unacceptance. They all occupy greater and greater portion's of the thought process, pushing out the pure, carefree, lens in the child's eyes. He's worried about the answers off too many questions to ask any himself. He's taught to seek external approval for every step he takes, and to avoid steps which don't assure that. He's blinded and artificial eyes are fit into him. His being is poisoned by the venomous worry, by the external, ununderstood orders, by the concepts of power and control, by stubbornly injected doses of disapproval of all things not bringing profit, and the fear of condemnation.

It is important, and beautiful, to hold on to the gift of youth. It acts the x-ray for the gold plated filth in reality. It guides him through the murky mass of human contempt and envy. It sheilds him from the bullets of power shot down on him from all sides. It helps him remember what purity is, a thing forgotten so very often with age. It infuses him with molten hot innocence, that drives him through all decision-making, where others are stuck trying to gauge options. What happens in absence of youth is the being stops being, and starts giving an examination.

Youth, is what I wish most to retain, till my deathday. People ask me, "So, what do you wanna do? What are your ambitions?", and I don't say anything. Well, that is my ambition.