A Plea from Yourself

Dear Younger Self,

I wish I had told you this earlier,

I wish I had known this

Before I aged with time like an old wine

Before we became two different people

One lingering in the past

As the other flounders in the future

I wish I had a chance to explain.

This world we live in is not serene.

You and your callow beginnings

Heedless in an orb of shambles

So virtuous and so euphoric

With giggles of purity in the light,

You cannot even begin to imagine

The bleak and bitter present,

Wave after wave

Demise, gloom, crusades

Without remorse or empathy.

This is the world I live in.

No matter how many sun and stars rotate,

We stand forsaken.

My world slams against the winds in a losing battle

It fights against the inevitable

Every so hopeful

But ever so hopeless.

And amidst the storm,

Know that this is where I am

This is where you will be.

Listen to me for I have the experience you’ve yet to achieve.

Once you come face to face with the next ripple,

Strive and strike against the rocks

Slam into the obscurities with confidence

Crawl out of that innocent shell

For the world has no place for the pure

Manifest in your wisdom but do not doubt that of others

Be the mellow in the storm

And the commander in the confusion

Distinguish the white and the black

Before you walk in the grey with purpose

For me, it is too late to refine this course

But for you, my younger self

Who has yet to be zealous and engrossed

Hear this advice from your future self

For I have no more words, but a plea

Sincerely, You