#CelebrateingtheRainbow at the workplace – share your stories of Pride!
"There are things, situations, reactions which if it had been different could have led to different outcomes. If you had a chance to go back to your younger self, is there any advice you have?"
“There are things, situations, reactions which if it had been different could have led to different outcomes. If you had a chance to go back to your younger self, is there any advice you have?”
All of us grow older and theoretically wiser. When we look back, we often think about “what if”. There are things, situations, reactions which if it had been different could have led to different outcomes. If you had a chance to go back to your younger self, is there any advice you have? I thought about it and here’s what I would say to ‘20 year old me’ –
Time flies, as today, I’m thirty five
Seasoned and wise, no longer naïve
Now what’d I advise the younger me
If I’d another chance to be yours truly
This journey taught me many lessons,
Joy or sorrow, always learn the essence.
Never sweat the small stuff.
For life’s taking smooth with the rough
Tough times will often hold sway,
But happiness is never far away.
Aim for the moon no lesser bars,
Even in failing, you’ll reach the stars.
Problems that seem so big,
Will fade from memory real quick.
These tests are thrown to help you
Grow self-belief and reap what’s due
Don’t compare with others what you got,
You’ll never know the pain in the other lot.
Value people who make you smile,
They’ll be by your side that extra mile.
Chart your own course and let it take you,
A unique direction with surprises anew.
Use faith, love and laughter alone,
To create memories of your own.
Hope this poem resonated with you. I would love to hear your thoughts in the comments below. Also share, what advice you would give your younger self.
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Prerna Wahi worked in the corporate world for 7 years. In the past few years, she has been a stay-at-home mom. She has been enjoying the new role ever since and likes to read more...
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