If I meet my younger self, I wonder
Would she be proud of the strong, resilient woman I've become?
Or would she mourn the loss of innocence and kindness that once shone bright?
Would she understand the scars that life has etched on my soul?
Or would she weep for the dreams and hopes that faded with time?
I imagine she'd be torn between admiration and disappointment.
Between the thrill of growth and the sorrow of lost ideals.
Yet, I hold onto hope that she'd see beyond the imperfections.
That she'd recognize the wisdom forged in the fire of experience.
Perhaps she understand me, Though life journey has changed me, her essence remains
That childlike heart, full of wonder still beats within me-a reminder to hold onto kindness and keep moving forward