We are young.
We are vibrant and swift and strong. We climb mountains and ford rivers, we build cities in a day.
We love intensely and fiercely, a forest here today and gone tomorrow, swept ceaselessly into the past.
We burn with desire and passion, with hopes of a tomorrow built more beautiful than today by our own hands.
By our own hands.
We, the young and vibrant and swift and strong, think that we build tomorrow.
That if we plan enough or save enough money or study hard enough, that we’ll be okay.
That if we take our pills at exactly the same time everyday then we can control our illnesses, our hurts.
That if we exercise enough or eat healthy enough or work hard enough, we’ll be fine.
And we’ll live forever.
But a time will come when we grow old.
When our backs hurt and our minds soften. When there aren’t as many to “tomorrows” to build.
When we no longer feel invincible. When we need help.
We need each other.
We help each other to climb mountains and ford rivers, to build cities in a day.
We help each other to build a tomorrow more beautiful than today.