you cannot purchase that flighty nomad we call ‘youth’, man. it’s not found in desolated landscapes of sparse nothingness or by the empowerment of witch doctors and hair-vertising technologies or even through the belief in giving up your happiness for the sake of ageless beauty. no no no, youth is within. found in the security of your own passion – that ageless gentile, pushing you down a new path of thrilling adventure. it's free from the shackles of those inaccurate representations of beauty that have been forced upon us by insta-filtered lenses, “reality” television and idolised emptiness. brainwashing blah!
youth is a mind-state. it’s your freedom from the phonies, it’s your passion for life, it’s your pursuit and triumph of fear.
be brave. be bold.
you won’t find the truth at the fountain of youth, but we all feel young with the wind in our hair.