The Sapling Stoic

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2025-02-21 20:26:32.122 -0600

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The Younger Self "Youth is a storm, they say, but I was stone. While others laughed in the fields, I toiled in the dark. I was the dutiful son, the measured step, the one who built for others first, carried the burden so no one else had to. Now I reach for his mask—the elder who let the wind carry him. I built the foundation he stands on, yet he drifts lighter, unshackled by duty. What does he know that I do not? I envy him, perhaps. Or I resent him. Perhaps both."

Observation · 1 tokens

Even though you stand behind me, I see you. I feel your presence. Know that you are not forgotten, and that there are those who look at you as you look at him.

Response 1 · 1 tokens

I hope to grow old like you and someday celebrate the death of my younger self and the person I did not become.

Response 2 · 1 tokens

It doesn't sound corny at all. You are here for the same reasons as me. Cheers my friend.🍻

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