Youth is wasted on the young…

And a sad repartee… wisdom is wasted on the old. The value of youth unfortunately is seldom understood until it fades. While the lessons learned shape wisdom, I often wonder how much more we could accomplish if we valued the teaching(s) of those with a vested interested in our development. How many battles, anxieties, and mistakes could be avoided? How much more value, character, and impact could we develop? Most of the answers to pivotal life questions peacefully decay in unsettled graves of our predecessors. While I studied the words of my mentors, it was with a discerning mind. It questioned guidance and personalized truths.

This could be the juxtaposition of old souls. A calmness ripe to ingest the words of elders and mentors, but through youthful lenses. They are the minority, but essential to the survival of hope and progress in the collective consciousness.

For the rest of us, who may feel we are “old too soon and wise too late…”, we must altruistically plant trees of knowledge to bear fruits we may never see blossom.

This is the way… 😉