Quarter-life crisis

I've learned not to share the most important things with people

Music, food, experiences, love, your heart, because some people are just lacking in appreciation

Your particular way of existing is a rhythm that takes time

be selective about who you let into your life

What a valuable lesson

or so I thought

Wasn't until I realized what it cost

Spoiler-nearly everything

By what miracle? I'm not sure; it wasn't everything

"why though?" I wonder

Why is it that I still have what I have

after the aftermath?

Why stay when so many others have left

Perhaps because permanence was always a fickle expectation on my part

Wrapped in broken a mold

I might have saved myself a whole lot of suffering had I just remembered one simple fact

You only lose what you attach yourself to

and all things are temporary

I was young

My understanding of complex matters such as this benign

I thought myself the most mature in a sea of immaturity

Effectively robbing myself of the opportunity

to be just so

Along with my peers

I see now that what I lacked all those years ago

was humility

Although with that being said

Another lesson of value is that kindness should be abundant

for one's self

A lesson that comes with age

For I am all I have at the very end of the day and I shall treat myself as such

And when I look back, I shall do so with understanding

I was young

As I am now.