There is a way of being old where the wildness of your youth is reborn. It is the passion and zeal of giving oneself completely over. There seems to be no greater feeling of meaning than those experienced between the ages of 13 and 19. The innocence of passion withholding nothing, in every way, giving everything. This can eventually lead to a life where all has been spent and our reserves are as depleted as our lost youth. But there is a miracle we can be gifted which fills our ancient years with a passion of love, of longing, of the wildness of youth fired with the reality of our brevity. It is where we know true love, true compassion, true forgiveness, true life because they have been gifted to us. It is as wild as a human can be, tempestuously primal, readying oneself for the eternal kingdom.
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