It doesn't interest me how old you are, I want to know if you will risk looking like a fool for love, for your dreams, for the adventure of being alive.

--Oriah Mountain Dreamer

Growing up is not just a continual accumulation of new learning; you have to discard some of what you learned before.

Ingredients
4-lb of love
1-lb of youth
0.5-lb of good looks
1-lb of sweet temper
1-lb of blindness to faults
1-lb of self-forgetfulness
1-lb of powdered wit
1-lb of good humor
2 -tbsp of sweet argument
1- pint of rippling laughter
1- wine glass of common sense
1- oz of modesty
Put the love, good looks and sweet temper into a well-furnished house. Beat the butter of youth to a cream and mix well to blindness of faults.
Stir the pounded wit and good humor in to the sweet argument; then add the rippling laughter and common sense. Work the whole together until everything is mixed and bake gently forever.

(Found in a church book of recipes about 1900AD)

Some people make the world more special by just being in it!
I know someone special!