Youth is not a time of life; it i s a state of mind; it is not a matter of rosy cheeks, red lips Ａnd supple knees; it is a matter of the will, a quality of the imagination, a vigor of the emotions; it is the freshness of the deep springs of life.
Youth means a tempera-mental predom inance of courage over timidity, of the appetite for adventure over the love of e ase. This often exists in a man of 60 more than a boy of 20. Nobody grow s old merely by a number of years. We grow old by deserting our ideals.
Years may wrinkle the skin, but to give u p enthusiasm wrinkles the soul. Worry, fear, self-distrust bows the heart Ａnd turns the spring back to dust.
Whether 60 Ｏr 16, there is in every hum an being’s heart the lure of wonder, the unfailing childlike appetite of what’s next Ａnd the joy of the game of living. In the center of your heart Ａnd m y heart there is a wireless station: so long as it receives messages of beauty, hope, cheer, courage Ａnd power from men Ａnd from the Infinite, so long are you young.
When the aerials are down, Ａnd your sp irit is covered with snows of cynicism and the ice of pessimism, then you are g rown old, even at 20, but as long as your aerials are up, to catch waves of op timism, there is hope you may die young at 80.

青春！青春！青春！

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