To the as-yet-unborn, to all innocent wisps of undifferentiated nothingness: Watch out for life. I have caught life. I have come down with life. I was a wisp of undifferentiated nothingness, and then a little peephole opened quite suddenly. Light and sound poured in. Voices began to describe me and my surroundings. Nothing they said could be appealed. They said I was a boy named Rudolph Waltz, and that was that. They said the year was 1932, and that was that. They said I was in Midland City, Ohio, and that was that. They never shut up. Year after year they piled detail upon detail. They still do it. You know what they say now? They say the year is 1982, and that I am fifty years old. Blah blah blah.
~ Kurt Vonnegut (Deadeye Dick)
To the young who have more years ahead than behind, whose dreams of an unknown future dance and flip circles in your bellies. Hold that belly and dance with all of your might in the light of the the moon and sun, it will all unravel and come undone in time. Right now you have more questions than answers, more queries than wisdom gained through experience. Your youth is a strong garment of praise, it's a sheath untainted by unbelief and negativity. Right now you believe you can do anything and though I am but a few years ahead of you, let me tell you, you're right. You can do ANYTHING.
Now the years will come and will try to give your dreams rigormortis of the of the bone, atrophy of muscle, calcification to the arteries of their soul- but right now-before the years and people do their damage to the soul most like God, sit fully in this green pasture of innocence, where your belief touches the clouds and stars and the unknown and hidden blessings of time resonate so beautifully within and you have no words to describe this session that occurs everyday and right now it seems that it will always be this way. But rest assure the demons of negativity will come and try to cause your soul despair and tell you that your spoken and unspoken dreams won't fair. They will look you in the eyes and tell you that your dreams can't ever come true, they will tell you that you are too this or too that, or not this or not that and in-fact not anything monumental at all. But this is spoken by the dreary masses who have forgotten how to dream.
So years from now when you have way more years behind than in front of you, visit that green pasture of dreams where the miraculous is possible and the dream has it's own life and won't die, and...LIVE THE DREAM!