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Casen Askew

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What advice would you give a younger you?

Consider, for a second, your life. Consider all of the life lessons you've learned and the experiences you've undergone during your brief existence here. Consider the trials and tribulations you've faced and the lessons you've learned "the hard way." If you could write a letter to you, at any point in your life, and give yourself as much advice as you saw fit, what would you say? Would you remind yourself that life goes on? Would you promise that things always get better no matter how terrible they might seem? Would you take the philosophy of Frank Sinatra and explain to your younger self that "That's Life"? Would you plead with yourself to turn to God sooner? Would you warn yourself to stay away from soda, salt, and red meat?

Of course, this arouses the argument of "I like my life the way it is now, and everything that happened happened for a reason thus I would not change anything." If that is your stance, then I pose another question: What advice would you give to a younger being? Age, culture, ethnic background, and special circumstances are arbitrary, irrelevant, and up to you.

This is your chance, here and now, to give any and all of the advice you've found so essential to happiness and well being, to a youth that might sincerely need it.

P.S. I created a duplicate post of this question to allow those who have not found this page yet to continue to engage in an exercise that leads them to inspire others, motivate themselves, and allow those who really need your advice to easily receive it.

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    Jul 9 2012: When I was teen, I climb a tree to get up onto the roof and think those blue-sky thoughts. One evening as I ponder a difficult life question an old man climb up that front terrace that I never was able to top. He tried to persuade me that he was I all grown up and strongly wanted me to listen and learn of things I would need to know. I listen I was intrigued how he knew so much about our shared memories and that over the years have been amazed how precise he was in his directions. Alas, I still never completely believe he was I so I just discounted his advice. Five decades pass …and I had completely dismissed the event until 5 years ago when early one morning I awoke recounting the dream I just had. In which, I remember how I had just climb over the top of that terrace to see its top that I had never seen and remembering all that advice once again.
    The main point I wanted him to know was that it is not evil to know that he was the smartest person in the room but not to use that gift would be wasteful. Now in my old age after knowing so much and having the answers so desperately needed I cannot grab a stage like those with fame and speak. No one accepts me as one that knows not even my young self.

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