the joy in the game of life

capote kəˈpəʊt/Submit nounNORTH AMERICANhistorical a long cloak or coat with a hood, worn especially as part of an army or company uniform.

It is not a matter of red cheeks, red lips and supple knees. It is a temper of the will; a quality of the imagination; a vigor of the emotions; it is a freshness of the deep springs of life. Youth means a temperamental predominance of courage over timidity, of the appetite for adventure over a life of ease. This often exists in a man of fifty, more than in a boy of twenty. Nobody grows old by merely living a number of years; people grow old by deserting their ideals. Years may wrinkle the skin, but to give up enthusiasm wrinkles the soul. Worry, doubt, self-distrust, fear and despair—these are the long, long years that bow the head and turn the growing spirit back to dust. Whether seventy or sixteen, there is in every being’s heart a love of wonder; the sweet amazement at the stars and starlike things and thoughts; the undaunted challenge of events, the unfailing childlike appetite for what comes next, and the joy in the game of life. You are as young as your faith, as old as your doubt; as young as your self-confidence, as old as your fear, as young as your hope, as old as your despair. In the central place of your heart there is a wireless station. So long as it receives messages of beauty, hope, cheer, grandeur, courage, and power from the earth, from men and from the Infinite—so long are you young. When the wires are all down and the central places of your heart are covered with the snows of pessimism and the ice of cynicism, then are you grown old, indeed! Samuel Ullman (1840–1924)

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  1. I recently had a catastrophy happen in my life; my home of 15 years was destroyed by fire… included was the tie-for-second prize I’d won of 55 British-pounds (I had framed on my wall until I figured what to spend it on), from this site’s 2006′s contest for erotic works (short story “LOG JAMMIN”). That happened four short months ago that everything changed for me, including my sexlife/freedom. I’m finding it hard to get anything right these days, and reading that word of wisdom by Mr. Samuel Ullman made me stop and smell the rose-like buttholes. Though… I have to admit, my experiences as of late must have added around 20 years to my appearance. I’ll keep coming to this site, and I’ll keep dick on the mind. Perhaps that’s my own words of wisdom… keep coming to this site and keep dick on the mind. Hey, that’s pretty good. I’d better write that down!

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