old again,
not young.
It's youth that surprises,
youth that comes and goes,
youth that makes you anticipate its leaving.
But age is constant,
it's always there beneath young feelings.
If you are feeling young,
don't worry
you'll get over it.
You'll feel your age again,
you'll be in pain again,
you'll ache again, you'll cry again,
you'll be alone again.
I don't worry about the next time I feel young and free--
that's the doggy-treat I might get if I'm a good boy--
I worry about finishing the treat.
I worry about feeling hungry again,
feeling my situation again,
feeling my nothingness again,
feeling the truth again.
Happiness is the meat,
sadness--the bone.
and you can gnaw on that forever.
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Well, if happiness is the meat and sadness is the bone, what do you call the marrow? It's the center of both the joy and the pain. It's ever rebuilding and renewing us. So after you have finished gnawing on the bone, what is the juicy stuff in the middle that you were looking for all along anyways?
Nice one Joe.
JNC
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