While it's impossible to write a note to you younger self, this poem about sums up what a strong effort would resemble. I've felt these words many times recently, even though I am long past my shining days. The older you grow the more you feel the missed opportunites, especially as time teaches you a great many facts about the universe and one's place in it.
The Lover Pleads with His Friend for Old Friends
Though you are in your shining days,
Voices among the crowd
And new friends busy with your praise,
Be not unkind or proud,
But think about old friends the most:
Time’s bitter flood will rise,
Your beauty perish and be lost
For all eyes but these eyes.
Voices among the crowd
And new friends busy with your praise,
Be not unkind or proud,
But think about old friends the most:
Time’s bitter flood will rise,
Your beauty perish and be lost
For all eyes but these eyes.
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