It doesn’t matter how old you are, it matters how you conduct yourself at your current age. You can be intriguing at any age.
Not the most prolific, nor have I ever truly been “best”. I’ve ALWAYS shared a window into my world; one transparent enough to make my mark.
We all have our little corner in the world. It may not be the most interesting - but it’s still our duty to make that piece the best we can.
I do not think I’ve ever been the best at anything. I do know I’ve been “good” at enough. My point of view has been my most valuable to me.
My point of view isn’t valuable cuz I think I’m right. I don’t think I’m right all the time. It’s been valuable cuz I understand perception.
Sense of perception - powers of observation in life, love & understanding human behavior - are the most important in a quest for happiness.
Love me for me or hate the fact that I’ve embarked on a part of my life in which sharing my body has taken a back seat - but know I’m HAPPY.

Sean Paul Lockhart 2015 July 25th

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My Own Boy,

Your sonnet is quite lovely, and it is a marvel that those red rose-leaf lips of yours should be made no less for the madness of music and song than for the madness of kissing. Your slim gilt soul walks between passion and poetry. I know Hyacinthus, whom Apollo loved so madly, was you in Greek days.

Loveletter to Bosie by Oscar Wilde

the wonderful beauty that had so fascinated Basil Hallward, and many others besides him, seemed never to leave him. Even those who had heard the most evil things against him — and from time to time strange rumours about his mode of life crept through London and became the chatter of the clubs — could not believe anything to his dishonour when they saw him. He had always the look of one who had kept himself unspotted from the world. Men who talked grossly became silent when Dorian Gray entered the room. There was something in the purity of his face that rebuked them. His mere presence seemed to recall to them the memory of the innocence that they had tarnished. They wondered how one so charming and graceful as he was could have escaped the stain of an age that was at once sordid and sensual.

The Picture of Dorian Gray by Oscar Wilde