in living what is not yours.

you know once upon a time, i believed that older and wiser went hand in hand. that if you were of age, you had a. more experience, b. more white hair = more experience and c. an inexplicable air of seniority which translated into people believing what you said. but does seniority/ or for that matter being simply older with a few more strands of white hair, and significantly less hair for that matter, make one right? i can't help but observe the pitholes that sit before my eyes. the ones that scream 'danger!' because you have trained these young eyes to be oblivous to the danger. and is that right? is the young supposed to be a replica of what we are, or are they supposed to be increasingly better?

is the old right? or are we simply too oblivious, stuck in the old, entrenched in the belief that what was once right, is right now? is the old increasingly aware of their surroundings, adapting to it to fine tune what was previously deemed 'perfect'? because 'perfect' today isn't 'perfect' tomorrow. but where are we?

are we capping the potential of others by limiting their capabilities because of our inadequacies? where are we?

so i say now, stand on your own two feet. brace up, look up, see till as far as your eyes can see. the horizon - the end, isnt the end because the world's YOUR limit. and your world's yours to define, because you don't want to be stuck here now, and because you want to be one of those, those that can call themselves 'older and wiser'. and because you don't want to be one of those scums that leech off the success of others, and call it your own in some fancy self-made term. because a leech will never see glory and respect in his heart, and will never be able to gladly receive it even if the world pours on him everything.

so where are you?