He talked about being young. About the beauty of youth. About the hope of the young.
I don't fit the image of youth. Youth represents freedom, innocence, love, creativity and health.
My freedom is weighed down by the city. By the times we live in. By this society that judges. By its interference. By its importance.
My innocence is gone with this social urgency, to be aware of everything. Gone with the comfort we impose on ourselves and others, of expressing and explaining and expecting. There is no intimacy. It has been sucked dry and replaced by this mass generalisation, that we are continuously reminded of.
My love and heart have yet to be earned. Yet to be broken, and mended. Yet to be appreciated.
My creativity is limited. Because of technology. Because we can't escape it. Because it improves communication, while it destroys humanity. Because creativity involves physicality, where technology involves singularity.
My health is intact, but not as strong as it could be. Not as fit as it should be. Not as active as it would be.
They say the young live for the future, while the old live for the past. And the present? My present isn't what I would like it to be.