If you only knew how far your imagination could carry you…
You often hold it in,
would rather disclose it to your imaginary friend,
which is quite okay
because he will be with you ‘til the end.
Don’t save yourself all for him, though.
There will be a select few who will want to be let in. You know,
the people who are going to love you, look up to you in respect?
Considering I’m talking to someone who is more concerned
with losing toys from the toy chest, I’m sure that’s hard to understand.
Forgive me: Who am I to undermine?
You are mine.
We are each other.
Lonely and bored, sometimes you will feel like you’re in a damned purgatory
consumed with your own dreaded dilatory.
Malaise will spread across your days
like the mayonnaise on the sandwiches that Grandma serves with Lays.
Don’t be blinded by the haze; the path you were meant to tread has just begun,
and every moment is monumental.
And be nice to Grandma.
I know, there are things that you wish you could change.
I still do.
Just remember that vengeance is merely an entrance
to a mind frame not worth being mindful of.
Editing too much of somebody else only, in turn, edits your own life;
spending too much time on somebody else’s life
only distracts you from fabricating your own view on things.
It’s okay to be disappointed with others,
but never let that time spent bring about your own disappointment.
I’m sure all of this may or not even sound true.
After all, you do not even know me.
But believe me, I know you.
Okay, enough of the patronizing.
Just be a kid.
As you grow up, though, please
don’t feel as if you have to outgrow yourself.
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Who better to advise yourself
than the person you see in the mirror with your own eyes?
What advice would you have for yourself as a kid?
The advice you have for who you were in the past
just may be exactly what you need to get back on track.