My lover she is waiting for me just across the bar/ my seat’s been taken by some sunglasses asking ’bout a scar
This is a piece on the fountain of youth and before I began writing it I thought I would read up on how this legend began to circulate the world. One version is spread by Herodotus; he was a Greek traveler back in the days when weowed Greece a debt, democracy is a good thing after all. He claimed that it was found in Ethiopia and that this accounted for why the Ethiopians lived for so long. Most stories concerning the fountain of youth have in them an element of travel and hardship. It’s far away everyone claims, it’s hard to get there and are you sure you want to risk it all on a dream? The truth about most people who went out in search of the fountain of youth is that they spent all their youth looking for it and came home old and tired with no location of the fountain to report just stories of the places they have been and the things they have seen.
“capture this moment and make it last …”
No one believes in the fountain of youth anymore. Ok it would be wrong of me to say no one after all scientology is a thing and faith is not an aspect of reason. But most people who talk about the fountain of youth are hanging on to this illusion of emotions and ideas that we are young. This belief that we can do anything, have anyone, go anywhere. The endless array of possibilities and faith in our strength to achieve them. The feeling of immortality that carries us from one really stupid decision to another. The ability to see the world as a young person does, not as a child who sees it through rules and the eyes of whoever holds their hands but as a freely reasoning adult.
That moment when you can see the world can be changed, that happiness can be achieved. That perfect moment when you are surrounded by friends and laughter when our problems and stresses are so far away we can’t even remember how they feel. To capture this moment and make it last is the fountain of youth we all look for. Not a life of just this moments but a life when such moments are always possible when the promise of youth is not just a memory but always a possibility.