I have long thought that any bold, new theory is best prefaced by quotes from both Stephen Fry and Marcellus Wallace, as they are so similar in their philosophic outlook on our human circumstance and they also share a familiarity with anal intercourse.
In ‘Moab is my wash pot’, Stephen’s autobiography, he recalls writing at the tender age of 18..:” All beauty was in the past. Again and again I wrote in poems, in notes, on scraps of paper; My whole life stretched out gloriously behind me.”
Far more eloquently Marcellus gives this advice to a boxer who is at the end of his career: You see, this profession is filled to the brim with unrealistic motherfuckers. Motherfuckers who thought their ass would age like wine. If you mean it turns to vinegar, it does. If you mean it gets better with age, it don’t.
Both these wise sages hit upon the same inconvenient truth…
Youth is better than old age.
You can cherry-pick and say that there are some advantages to getting older, which is true, but I wonder if any of you talented, sweet-smelling and well-behaved atheists can tell me with a straight virtual face that they prefer being 40, 50 and 60 over the experience of being an adolescent.
This bitter and narcissistic post was inspired by a new band I came across when listening to my XM satellite radio while I was trying not to get killed on Chicago’s clogged and insane freeways.
I rarely listen to ‘new’ music and usually I venture back to my own adolescent preferences and pop in a worn CD by The Sundays or The Smiths or Roxy Music, but this song struck a cord in me and I absolutely love it.
There is something about the experience of seeing the world for the first time that can not be replaced.
I know I am not alone in this otherwise The Catcher in the Rye wouldn’t still be well-stocked in my local B and N.
Still I wonder what you fine people think about the beautiful pain of being young.
Here’s the song that inspired this post… ‘Time to pretend’ by MGMT.