Dear past me,
Dear past me,
Sometimes I wonder if you are better than me, I find myself looking back at you and try to find the last bit of what’s left in what I’ve become today. The fearless spirit who didn’t have a worry in the world. You who wanted to be a rock star and everything that came with the package, not caring about whatever it took to go there, ambition and a strong dream. But you were also stupid and inexperienced and when I look closer I start to feel embarrassed, did you really have to mess up that much? You were really immature, I’m that we’ve grown apart now. It’s time for me to stop looking back and focus on what’s important right now, I’m thankful for all of your mistakes because right now I feel as if I’m someone that could be your father, you’ve made me learn a lot. Even though I worry a lot more now, and the carefree side of me has gone I still think that you are present inside me, occasionally that fire starts burning inside me and I feel like I’m eighteen again.
