To my son, 20

You may find this hard to believe,

but I was 20 once too

and I, too, believed it would all work out in the end

and some of it did

and some of it didn’t

and some of it was much more difficult than I ever imagined

and some I decided I didn’t really care that much about anyway.

Some seemed like it was going to work out,

and then didn’t,

and then what came after was better than I could have hoped

and some still disappoints


like the cycles of the moon.

And 25 years from now maybe you’ll look

back on your 20-year old self and

wonder how much of that version of you is still in there

and if you could go back,

do it again

if you would even want to,

if you would do it any differently

or if you would do it just

the same.

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