I Managed Well

Seventeen was a time of nonchalant moments, taking strolls on breezy lanes, smelling jasmines, waving at the farmer tending to the rich harvest: mystery unrevealed itself, making adventure last! Who hasn't explored wonderous Nature hasn't felt joy, harmonious and picturesque hills of various shades excited this boy's flaming eyes drawing them a step closer to God; there's was no thought of going back to town and play! Should silver hair remind everyone how old I am? I lived life well with the prospective to extend years and be that example of longevity forgetting birthdays; I saw a feeble man struggling on a cane: that was Sam! No journey is too burdensome if planned diligently, youth is the base of all awareness and confidence, and from it springs forth the enthusiasm of excellence; cultivate every virtue practiced and spoken so humbly! Careless lives are cut short by ingesting those harmful substances, puffing on cigarettes, gulping down excessive amount of deadly alcohol; these people will not survive youth but destroy it with nasty habits: how delightful is to spot silver hair, thinking to oneself:" I managed well! "