It's fascinating to see people talking about The Springtime of Youth like the legend it has become. ZeaLitY would be simultaneously very pleased and very annoyed, I'm sure: Back in the day 'round these parts everyone darn well knew exactly what it meant, 'cause basically every other post of his was about BREAKING THROUGH THE IMPOSSIBLE and ACHIEVING THE ULTIMATE DREAM. Back then it was a practical, tangible thing: youthful persistence in the face of any odds; joyous contempt for one's rivals; blatant disregard for any obstacle no matter how sacred. Today it's spoken of more like a lost city of paradise, a distant Garden of Eden where people were happy because they were in tune with their passions. It wasn't ever really about happiness, though: It was a paean to youthful headstrong determination.
Sadly, like all the seasons, it isn't imperishable. Of all the people I'm still in touch with from the Compendium of yore, all of them have sort of transitioned into summer or, as Acacia Sgt so sagely pointed out, autumn.
It's funny...I haven't really thought about ZeaLitY much in the past few years. He got pretty pissed at me over something and we didn't speak after that, and I certainly have plenty of criticisms to make of him (not gonna do it on his own site, of course; he's the reason we're all here!), but coming back to the Compendium is inseparable from coming back to all those things I like about him.
For myself, I'm one of those people who never had a terribly long Springtime of Youth. I suppose it was my late high school days and my early college years, and summer began after that. But I could always relate to the Springtime goal of staying true to myself and my passions. Luckily for me, that's possible in all seasons of life.