"Writing To My Younger Self..."

What is so precious about being young once is the fact that you experienced & lived it in a different mindset. There's that kind of rambunctiousness in every young heart blessed enough to remember when you're old. The things I did in my younger self were always perpetuated by the standards shaped by family values. That means that there was always that fear in me to go against the right principles my folks endowed in my younger self.
So whenever I made a wrong choice and many wrong decisions in my younger self, it had to be that the outcomes are overwhelmingly destructive and disturbing. When I  think about it now that I'm aging faster than I expected, being young was a real gift to unwrap regardless of many undecisive decisions you made. 

I wish you weren't that rigid conforming to the ideals brought to you by the effects of reading books, magazines; listening to motivational speakers and music that just permeates your flesh. 
I wish that I wasn't so exclusive but a free-spirited soul who didn't pre-judge people outwardly.
I wish that I had the guts to cut off people who didn't deserve me. I tend to prolong relationships that could have ended much sooner. I have wasted a million moments that could have catapulted me to where I wanted to be. I wish that I had written in my journal non-stop even when I was angry and feeling void. I wish that I had been more precocious of a lot of things; more perceptive, objective and sharp instincts on how to handle uneventful circumstances. But through it all, I thought I had loved wholeheartedly without permission and apology. And that was wrong because not every desire you have need not be granted or followed. There should always be a distinction between fantasy and real commitment.

But listen that was my younger self. I don't need to be beating up on myself anymore on what could have been and what happened I already had forgiven myself...
My Northern Star is keeping me beyond my expectations. There may still be tears flowing gently down my face but unencumbered. Sometimes our dreams are stifled because we're hanging on the past. The past may be marvelous and ecstatic to tickle and might reignite a passion but today and your tomorrows, your future is filled with so much more no matter how old you are. And that's the truth.

What is possessing our heart, mind, soul, and spirit must be the only One that will never leave us and loves us and died for us so we may live with Him eternally forever and ever...His name is Jesus. He's all we ever need. I don't make false wishes anymore. Jesus is enough, more than sufficient. I may have many challenges and aches but the thought that he carries my burdens for me is Victory...