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Y..or Why Not? #AtoZChallenge

A2Z-BADGE-000 [2015] - Life is GoodHere we have Y, upright, arms raised to the sky. The unfortunate tendency to truncate words has Y doing duty for a longer word, at least in text speech. Being of a certain age I’m far more prone to actually writing out words and using punctuation when I do text. Or is it txt? I’m not so likely to text much since my fingers just can’t get the right letter the first time out, or the second.

But texting is a choice of our younger generation…and I do remember when I was the younger generation. I remember a song from then, it went something like this: “If I eat too much jam, mother look how young I am”  and “Isn’t it true, one day you were like that too” It was fun and bouncy. When I went strolling through You Tube looking for that version, I found this…something I’d not heard before but it really is nice.

So much silly around about being younger, and older. About “When I was a kid…” It takes a short stroll through history to find out none of the younger generation has ever amounted to much, nor will they:

“Our sires’ age was worse than our grandsires. We, their sons, are more worthless than they; so in our turn we shall give the world a progeny yet more corrupt”. Horace

Pretty harsh but I’ve heard such things recently. Problem is, this is from 60 BC…yeah, a while back. It seems every generation uses that look back to heap scorn on the current generation. A kind of a fun exercise even if after a while it does tend to wear on conversation. There are more interesting observations ABOUT YOUTH HERE

What’s not fun, what will never be fun, is sending youth out to fight the wars of old men. You’d think with all of history behind us and all the brains we collectively possess, we could get past that practice. Maybe,one day, we won’t read about young bodies piled up like cord wood. No, it’s not a pretty turn of phrase nor is it a pretty sight. If we don’t study history we are doomed to repeat it…yet so many who do study history just can’t seem to avoid repeating.

For a more pleasant ending, here’s a favorite song about love and youth.

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