Today I give a shout-out to the kid I was twenty years ago. I looked at myself in the mirror today and realized that I would not be who I am today were it not for the choices and decisions that the younger me made. So in one way or the other, the bed-wetting 5-year-old, who created the tantrum-throwing 7-year-old, who made the hormone-crazed teenager I once was, who decided to go to college just to see the campus hotties, all of these earlier versions of me contributed to the shaping of the man I am now.
But I am most impressed by that young kid in the slums who dared to dream, who dared to reach for more, without even knowing what he was doing. Those days he spent in an ill-equipped library reading GooseBumps, Hardy Boys, Famous Five, and many a fairy tale are what shaped my mind. As far as I am concerned, he’s more of a man that I can ever hope to be. It is an impressive fact that he took himself, sans hope, sans opportunity, and made a way where there was none. Today he made me fully grasp the significance of one of Shakespeare’s quotes: The boy is father to the man. Indeed, the young boy or girl you were a few years ago is who gave birth to the person you are today.
After this retrospection and introspection, I turned my eye to the future and saw who I want to be ten years from now. And I realized that there was a huge task at hand for the youth I am today. The question is: will the man I become tomorrow be grateful for how I shaped him, or will he look back and curse me wondering how I could’ve been so stupid, careless, and visionless?