To The Past

Dear Past Me,

It gets better.

But it also gets worse.

That’s the nature of this life.

I won’t tell you that all your dreams will come true.

I won’t tell you that all your paths are gilded.

But know this:

You get stronger,

You get smarter,

You become someone others admire.

You become someone with not only skill, but heart.

That’s the funny thing, I guess.

That we, in all our imperfections, are a light.

An imperfect one, but one nevertheless...

Till next time,

John

 

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