Young Americans

I was one once

Yesterday, I ruminated over a song that the late great David Bowie wrote and sang toward the end of his life.

“Who?” some young people already ask.

How swiftly fades even worldwide fame and glory, huh?

Today, I’m remembering my own youth and this much earlier song by David Bowie that so exemplified a phase of me that lived some fifty years ago.

“Young Americans” was what I was once.

This song also reminds me of how I misspent my youth on sex, drugs, and rock & roll, three things which David Bowie’s “Young Americans” also exemplifies.

It wasn’t all bad, mind you. Life never is. But the truth also is that I’m lucky to have survived my youth, and, more importantly, to have been graced by God to not have lost my mortal and immortal soul.

For anyone who cares, I’ve described my so-called “salvation” in a post that I wrote called, “SAVED!” that you can read by clicking on the underlined word for the link that I just provided you. Go ahead. Do it. You can read about me and Jesus Christ if you want to. It won’t hurt you, and it could maybe do you some good.

Tomorrow, I’m thinking that I might write about sex, drugs, and rock & roll.

THAT should be fun, huh!

Stay tuned.