Monday, December 1

An Open Letter To My Youngest Self.

The idea for Back to the beginning, Before you reach your end was a comical study into how someone would address the idea of speaking to their younger self. What would you at age sixty, want to tell yourself at age twenty two if you had the chance? And at age twenty two, what would you say to yourself as a four year old? 

Dear Youngest Self,

I remember you!
Too brief.
Too quick.
All you ever cared about, was what to cut and stick.

Milk teeth! That energy!
An imagination running wild.
I know that you wont understand,
Until you’re no longer a child.

I guess that you’ll be declaring,
I want to be a big boy!
Well I can tell you how big boys act,
So you better put down that toy.

20 years have gone.
So quick.
And mad.
I’m scared to inform you, of antics I may have had.

Don’t let anyone waste your time,
Your friends will come and go.
When you’ve found a friend for life,
Somehow, you’ll just know.

I know that you’re not a fool
I hope, you know they’ve lied
Your dog didn’t run away
Unfortunately it died.

Take care of your body
Eat well
Just think
You’ve got to be quite healthy, to deal with all this drink

Now. I know that you don’t dress yourself
You’re not bothered what you wear
But by letting your mum, it wont be too fun
When you’re older and aware

One day you’ll dress as batman
Maybe a pirate the next?
Don’t raid your mum’s makeup bag
Because photographs exist

Parents are annoying
The nagging
And fuss.
But they’ll be appreciated one day, when you’ve missed the bus.

You’re told girls have the lurgy
A part of this is true
Improve on your judge of character
Because some of them really do

Remember to be cautious
Stay well away from danger
As it pains me to inform you
You’re not a Power Ranger

Change will come.
Never lost!
Live your life wild and free, forget about the cost.

As you get older
Something will go on
Those little hairs, sprout everywhere!
On your chest, face and tum.

I hope you’ve been enlightened
And my words have been kind
Just one last thing, before I go
Santa isn’t… never mind!

Yours Faithfully,

Younger Self

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