Letter to my 20s: resolve gleaned from my teens
Adult status is inching near, is it time to emancipate from juvenile fear?
Unprecedented antics, fun and frightening on the horizon,
which must be embraced with light, an undimmed inner siren.
Chase feeling in all crevices, and dispel joy-thieving comparison.
Rid yourself of petty races, secure your pace in the grand marathon.
Cushion in childish comforts when the volume gets astronomical,
your future-informing past is there for counsel or just to recall something comical.
All of it possible, merely clock-in to the internal register to get things going,
the hours beyond will navigate themselves,
so exude your purpose and then it's the universe that's owing.
30th May 2020
