Confessional · In My Twenties
A Letter to Myself
I looked upon the faults of others and called myself wise — only to discover those same faults had long been living within me.
Makena Brandon · 1 min read
I thought myself wise— yet I was but loud in my ignorance. Pride sat upon my heart like a king, and I obeyed it gladly,
despising others, exalting myself, as though I were not made of the same failing flesh. I have judged, I have hated, not for truth, but for difference.
And now I see— the fault I condemned lived also in me. I stand in my twenties, yet undone— a man who thought he had become,
only to find he has not begun. O that I had not known such folly, nor tasted what now turns bitter within me. Better emptiness, I once thought,
than a fullness wasted. YET STILL I BREATHE. And in this breath, there lies a question— shall I remain as I am,
or be broken… and remade?
— Makena Brandon · Discussion Newspaper Network Publishers
