Letter to me

When I was seventeen,
I wish I knew what I know now.
maybe, it will save me from heartaches
from unnecessary mistakes
…from inflicting pain.

But life
has its own wheel.
life has its own journey.
life has lessons that you need to go through.

Yes, life cares about the finish line,
but life cares more about how you get to the finish line.

I wonder why I have always drawn to a song with a story.
a song with a history.
a song,
with an honest lyric.
a song that left me wondering,
daydreaming,
what would I do differently
if I knew what I know back then.

Maybe eliminate some crushes.
Maybe spend less time on facebook.
Maybe I’d take time to stop for a while and enjoy life.
Maybe I’d smile more.
Maybe I’d care about my friends more.
Maybe I’d discover my passion sooner.

But….

For each and every thing that I have gone through
there is just one word.
irreplaceable.
Those times become my past
become my moments
becoming me.

oh yes, they make me cry,
they make me laugh.
they say good-bye,
and it was not easy.

but life goes on,
and I’m still standing here

trying to dance in the rain
waiting, for my sunshine
who will tell me that
everything’s gonna be alright.

love more. laugh more. smile more. cry more. live. more.

Letter to me – Brad Paisley

If I could write a letter to me
And send it back in time to myself at 17
First I’d prove it’s me by saying look under your bed
There’s a Skoal can and a Playboy no one else would know you hid
And then I’d say I know it’s tough
When you break up after seven months
And yeah I know you really liked her and it just don’t seem fair
All I can say is pain like that is fast and it’s rare

And oh you got so much going for you going right
But I know at 17 it’s hard to see past Friday night
She wasn’t right for you
And still you feel like there’s a knife sticking out of your back
And you’re wondering if you’ll survive
You’ll make it through this and you’ll see
You’re still around to write this letter to me

At the stop sign at Tomlinson and Eighth
Always stop completely don’t just tap your breaks
And when you get a date with Bridgett make sure the tank is full
On second thought forget it that one turns out kinda cool
Each and every time you have a fight
Just assume you’re wrong and dad is right
And you should really thank Mrs. Brinkman
She spent so much extra time
It’s like she sees the diamond underneath
And she’s polishin’ you ’til you shine

And oh you got so much going for you going right
But I know at 17 it’s hard to see past Friday night
Tonight’s the bonfire rally
But you’re staying home instead because if you fail Algebra
Mom and dad will kill you dead
Trust me you’ll squeak by and get a C
And you’re still around to write this letter to me

You’ve got so much up ahead
You’ll make new friends
You should see your kids and wife
And I’d end by saying have no fear
These are nowhere near the best years of your life

I guess I’ll see you in the mirror
When you’re a grown man
P.S. go hug Aunt Rita every chance you can

And oh you got so much going for you going right
But I know at 17 it’s hard to see past Friday night
I wish you’d study Spanish
I wish you’d take a typing class
I wish you wouldn’t worry, let it be
I’d say have a little faith and you’ll see

If I could write a letter to me
To me

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