I used to really hate this saying. Probably because I was always the youngest. At my company, among my friends, anywhere, anytime.
But somehow, I am not the youngest anymore. How did that happen? When did that happen?
My husband and I were discussing this and we reminisced about all the things we did when we were young. We wasted so much time running in circles, not knowing what to do otherwise. How do we spare our children from this anguish? My husband concluded, we can’t, youth is wasted on the young.
No sooner than we had this nice little chat, I was standing at my car, ready to put groceries inside. And there was a juvenile gull standing on the roof. He was very bold. I lifted up the hatch and threw in the bags and slammed the hatch, he did not move. My daughter and I got in, closing two doors, he did not move. I started the car and backed out of my stall, he did not move. We could hear him dancing around up there looking for a better purchase.
Finally, as I moved forward, he flew away. He was one, brave, cocky and confident juvenile gull. He had no concern for safety. He was fearless.
Which just goes to show, youth is wasted on the young.