Many young will start running as soon as possible.
They'll jump and trip,
blaming the terrain for their gaffs as they pull themselves so close to it.

Many old won't push themselves.
They'll crawl the ravines,
avoiding any rock that might slip out from under them.

Some will slow their pace with interest, but also charge through the plains,
stopping to observe every natural cave and canal,
learning to embrace untouched tundras, unforgiving cliffs, and the inevitable.

For there is no guarantee in boldness or caution,
only necessity in openness.