When I reflect on my younger years and the pursued methods of fulfillment, I empathize with a girl who knew no better; sometimes past actions are only understood with maturity. Though I do not regret any of my decisions, time is a valuable asset for processing events. Who you were when you were younger is not who you are now. I hope whoever is reading this continues to assimilate their pained self with their wise Soul. This poem is about self worth and the upward journey from struggles.