I have this unflinching poetic desire to be rhythmic in my prose, i must say this is a nagging childlike habit that limits me to pen my thoughts for loss of words. So, where was I, nowhere, just started and you have no clue what I am going to talk about (notice this post has no header).

In my mind, youth to one, along with many other emotions, heralds life with susceptibility, vulnerability and deniability. These are carefully woven thoughts with years of analysis but no scientific tool applied, so feel free to slam it down.

The daunting pressure to succeed (which has been one of the most debated debauchery and one that is being alluded to so many things that a satisfying definition is awaited) has made many a men susceptible to fear. Everyone i see and meet has this massive urge to satiate a mammoth being born out of the constant conflict of one's self-goals viz what others expect from you. Few escape it.

The once upon a time unabashed youth is gradually enchained by personal loss, academic loss or mere peer pressure. One becomes vulnerable and seeks refuge in taking sides, switching loyalties and having proclivities..

With time the vulnerability and susceptibility becomes so daunting and apparent that it transforms into defiant deniability, where one derides any conduct and action that warrants quitting/resisting or plainly speaking 'coming out of one's comfort (cliche) zone'.

As the great vaudevillian V once said 'Verily, this Vichyssoise of Verbiage Veers most Verbose' , coming to the point

Youth in my mind is beyond fear, beyond entrapment. It is fair to be a contrarian, it is perfectly fine to not succumb, and acceptable to concede. Defy and deny, if you value others you will never go beyond the spectrum of sanity and respect.