(So I was supposed to write a poem from my future 50- year old self to my present 22 year old self, this is what I came up with. x)
To Not Be Okay.
If there’s anything I would ever like you to think
It would be
That it is okay.
It’s okay to not be okay
It’s okay to not feel okay
It’s okay to cry
It’s okay to feel guilty
It’s okay to fail
It’s also okay to only pass
It’s okay to not be perfect
And it’s okay to not chase perfection.
It’s okay to be flawed
Have countless doubts
Feel stupid from time to time
There’s no deep engrained need to make sense of everything
That’s what time is for
You don’t have to be Hercules, even he had an Achilles heel.
It’s okay if some-days you want to flee instead of fighting.
It’s okay to feel like a coward once a while,
Only till you come back stronger, braver, smarter.
With age comes wisdom,
And if these 50 years have given me any.
They’ve taught me it’s okay to not be okay.
So smile a bit wider
Laugh a bit louder
Live a little grander
Because it’ll all be okay.