a mug full of writing utensils, half of which don't work, on your cherry sideboard

Every day, Ambrose does something he has never done before.

I read once that maybe death is not one big thing but rather many small things, like someone wandering around your house taking things one by one until you just don't have anything left.  So you leave.

Ambrose has everything left.  Hardly has he discovered one thing than something else captures him.  He's spent the last 4 baths in a row playing with his bottle of shampoo and nothing else; he keeps finding something else interesting about it.

The Fountain of Youth is a fountain because fountains constantly renew themselves and always have more left.

Let us love like the young, explore like the young, create like the young.  Let us live like fountains, our houses in a pleasant clutter of kitchen utensils, half-finished paintings, stacks of records, books we want to read.  Let us look at something we see every day and see what we have never seen before.

What haven't we ever done before?  Snow skiing?  Cooking curried lentils?  Being genuinely kind to someone who was completely rude to us?  Biking to the store?  Volunteering at a Boys & Girls Club?  Attending a wine tasting?

Ambrose is only beginning to find some of the hundreds of thousands of things that will keep his fountain flowing.  Remember yours.  Find a few new ones.  Celebrate where others find theirs.

Thirst.