Youth isn’t a time of life. It is a state of mind. It is not a matter of rosy cheeks, red lips and supple knees. It is a matter of will, a quality of imagination, and a vigor of emotion. It is a freshness of the deep springs of life.

Youth is temperamental predominance of courage over timidity, of appetite of adventure over love of ease. This often exists in the man of 60 more than the boy of 20.No body grows old merely by a number of years. We grow old by deserting our ideals.

Years may wrinkle the skin. But to give up enthusiasm wrinkles the soul. Worry, fear, self-distrusted bows the heard. Turn the spirit back to dust.

Whether 60 or 16, there is in every human being’s heard the lure of wonder, the unfailing childlike appetite of what is next and joy of games of living. In the center of your heard and my heard there is a wireless station. As long as it receives messages of beauty, hope, cheer, courage and power from the men and from the infinite, so long are you young.

When the aerials are down, and your spirit will covered with snows of cynicism and ice of pessimism, then you are grown old, even at 20. But as long as your aerials are up, catch waves of optimism, there is hope you may die young at 80.

The end.

So are you summer radio still up?\(^o^)/

come，my friends~\(≧▽≦)/~