On Maturation

Some day your voice will mature, having lived many more years. Having shed many more tears. You will know more about yourself. You will have earned the right to have something to say. When the days of testosterone madness and crazed manic proclamations have evaporated. Perhaps a small book could be squeezed from your veins. There's a reason why God gave the elderly less energy. Wisdom doesn't run after every hair-brained scheme. Less foolishness requires less energy. Sit and ponder awhile. Stop, rest from your doing and just be be who you are. No tinsel. No gawdy things to make you feel special. Sit in silence and know your God. Having done this - awkwardly at first - then, IF you truly commit, you will be ready to write.