This painting of a girl reading reminds me of myself as a young girl with my nose always in a book. I was a shy, artsy and dreamy kid who took things very personally. I didn't have a lot of confidence and always thought others knew more than I did.
It's a shame that I didn't know that I was just as good as the other kids with a lot going for me. Too bad we don't get the insight and wisdom of age when we're young. Youth is wasted on the young as they say.
Oh well. I can't regret as I can't go back now and change any of it. It has made me the person I am today, both good and bad.
I wrote this poem exploring these thoughts.
When I was young I didn’t know much
I was fairly clued out and not in touch,
I thought that others knew more than me
It was mostly untrue, but I couldn’t see,
I wish I hadn’t worried what others thought
It always made me so distraught,
I didn’t know that failing was a good thing to do
It meant that I had tried to learn something new,
I felt alone, like I didn’t belong
I had to learn to be tough and strong,
It took a long time and a lot of tears
With lots of suffering over the years,
Now I’m older with the wisdom of age
I look back on my youth like a wise old sage,
I discovered that I am creative and smart
With a sense of humour and a loving heart,
So many of my perceptions were never true
I didn’t know it back then, but now I do!