I can’t provide you with advice
All I have is experience

Moments I have survived
Both valuable and worthless

The trials I have faced By design
and without purpose

What use is there in hindsight?
Why obsess when you can reflect?

It is for you to decide
If the path chosen was correct

In the end we are all stories
Told around the camp fire of our lives

With morals as subtle as whispers
That fan the flames seeking to thrive

If my hardships grant you strength
If my successes cause you to smile
All I have endured whilst here
I will consider it worthwhile.

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