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How can anyone distinguish a connection between love, youth and wisdom when every time we even consider putting these three words together a contradiction appears? A moment of thinking discloses a simple thread on which they can easily be seen linked by nothing else but “life” itself.
Firstly, we should never forget the fact that the moment we open our arms and embrace this world, our mind perceives every quality, ability or incapacity the human being is able to “possess” as a reality. But they have yet not grown before our eyes to make us better, stronger or more fragile. As time goes by it is for the heart to meet youth and all that it brings forward: adventure, smiles and hope. Still, a young soul can remain unchanged even if the body grows old and memories get lost in time. A more dynamic persona means a lively existence, while passivity within does not involve much. Without doubt youth has no age. However, the main difference between a teenager and a grown-up remains: knowledge, the process of piling up facts, becomes wisdom which lies in their simplification. In the early stages wisdom is rare, but not impossible. Some reach a certain level of perceptivity sooner than others due to many events of a high importance in one’s life. Besides those “exceptions”, the saying “In youth we learn, in age we understand” can be recognized as truth by all of us. Nevertheless, there is no dissimilarity between a wise man and a fool when they fall in love. People make great mistakes for one thing: they idealize this feeling of affection. What does it “create”? Content, happiness and a dream world. These can easily reach their other end: total sadness and misconceptions the moment a heart is broken. It is strange how often this has to happen before the passage of years can make an individual wise. A clever old owl sat on an oak; the more he saw the less he spoke; the less he spoke the more he heard. Why aren't we like that wise old bird?
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