They say that old age can only speak the old.
I'll take the liberty of making a small incision in that statement.
less than ten years ago that ended my childhood. Almost half of my life. And I can not remember what was going through my head. I have pictures of myself playing without toys, just in the imagination (of course it still do), and the memory of those shots of happiness which involved things like a monkey with chocolate or a bag of candy. But the process by passing my thoughts when I was going to climb up a tree was a great idea, or if he really believed it was possible that three gentlemen with three camels could go through each and every one of the houses in the world to stop gifts in one night, I do not remember.
Once entered my head that I am now more enlightened than before and therefore I can remember my current thinking for many years. But it is not true. I have never again been as lucid as ever. Nothing has ever come to have much sense and have never been so aware of the reality around me, seeing it as such and not as what I think it is. Because, if I could believe and know everything that I do not believe I know now, how would not perceive much more of what you could see, hear, touch, in short, anything that captured my senses? May think that, for a child, whatever is true, so it is not able to see the world. On the contrary, for a child the world has no limits and everything is real and possible. And that is a perception que abarca mucho más que la de un adulto, que apenas está seguro de su existencia (si acaso), que tiene una visión tan limitada y oscurecida por la experiencia que no se abre al cambio, a la novedad, a las infinitas posibilidades que el universo nos ofrece. No consigue ver más allá que sus ojos. A veces, ni siquiera lo que ellos ven sirve.
Y, a pesar de ser la época en la que más cosas aprendes, en la que más se abre y expande tu mente, no consigo recordarlo.
Así que me atrevo a aventurar (ya llegará mi momento de reprenderme por estas consideraciones, o regodearme en mi acierto, si es que aún I remember them) that an old man who speaks of the youth has no more reason to do a youth of old age. That, in fifty years, when I look back, see distorted images of what I experienced, but I will not know the mind go into management now, and today I can not go into the mind that handle them in fifty years.
The boy imagines what might happen, the old, what could happen. They speak of youth with all the conviction of the world, confident that things were as they remember, and complains that the young man who thinks he knows what happens in old age. Well, one of two or censor also older than believed know what happened in his youth, or let the boy do what he pleases and, like the old talk about what we do not know, ask him what is not yet known.
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