So sharp, so slim and oh-so smart, boy, you deserve
Much more confidence than your naysayers presume.
Bull and bullies (undodged bullets!) shall not unnerve
Your fineness, flair and fibre that are yet in bloom.
You owe me no pennies of promise or pain per se;
You’re simply the reason for the way I am today.
Albeit the near-narcissistic tone in this poem, given my younger self was battered with self-denial and doubt, he could have overcome his many fears with an assurance as such. I thought of how often an advice to ones’ younger self takes off from a burden of regret and shame for a vain desire to redeem the irredeemable. Perhaps, we may all cut our younger selves some slack for the mistakes made and lessons learnt. Be a bit more grateful, and give them a pat on the back instead—and here goes mine!