Old Jukeboxes.

Space we can recover,

time 

never.

Napoleon Bonaparte

1971-1821

*

If we spend

too much time 

playing the

old songs

of our lives,

we cannot 

move forward.

When we get 

too familiar

with old songs,

new songs 

become

hard to listen to.

Maldovans,

the population who

scored the lowest in the 

world's happiness index

is the prime proof

of this truth.

What's the world's grumpiest people

listening to 

today?

Yesterday,

by

 the Beatles.

*

You could be 

here today

yet

actually

be

in your past.

Old victories.

Old failures.

Old dreams.

Old habits.

Old conversations.

Old complains.

Old worries.

Old thoughts.

Old opinions.

Old mistakes.

Old feelings.

And 

the old

backslides.

Nobody 

who 

slides behind

is truly happy.

The old is paralyzed to

move forward.

There are 

people

who don't change

and

they wonder why.

A mind 

that refuses to 

renew,

rejects

new songs.

It is 

occupied 

with old songs.

No room 

for the 

new.

Oh Mr. Mind,

you've become a 

rusty jukebox.

The songs you play

makes 

Miss Heart 

dull and really gray.

She's lost her 

youth,

once

vibrant, full of energy.

Now, 

slow and rickety,

she no longer 

distributes 

life

but 

dread

throughout Body.

Body 

has been 

behaving 

particularly

peculiar.

He

keeps repeating

his old ways.

When he speaks,

it's always about

the same stories.

Why ever,

does he need to 

keep recalling 

what's over

and

cannot recover?

What have you done

to this 

Human Being,

with 

your old songs,

Mr. Brain?

Why does he seem

to have

stopped growing?

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