Dear 20,

I'm scared for you 20, you're so grown and still ill prepared.

You have nothing, no name, no title, no prestige.

You're nowhere you're no better than 15.

Nowhere closer than 15

Are you happier than 17 are you more fulfilled than 17

You're still nothing 20, only more lines and more doubt

where are the papers you're supposed to have published

where are the honors you're supposed to have claimed

where are you in your scheme

are you still at stage one 20?

Best,

19