Here is an actual poem I wrote when I was fourteen years old:
Meet me by the gate
And we can go out on a date.
I know I’m not that great,
But I can buy you a cheeseburger
Despite my rather eccentric poetic gifts being displayed so young, I do have some advice for fourteen-year-old me, shown below. – Owen
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You’re now fourteen, and life seems dull and pointless,
Except for girls and music — mostly girls.
You wonder where your place is, who you are.
You’ll find out, but it is a gradual process.
Since I am you, I can give you perspective;
So, take this advice from me: quit worrying so much.
Look the best you can, and don’t worry about it after that.
Do what is right, and don’t worry about what other people think.
It turns out, a guy who actually likes girls has a pretty high value out there;
The girls may not see it at the age you are – although actually, some do – but they will.
Cultivate friendships wherever you can.
Do the physical things you love:
Jump on the trampoline.
Never let miserable people dictate how you should live.
Try to be kind,
Try to be fair, and
Try to be true to yourself.
You’ll find the real challenge is
to do any one of these things
without messing up the other two.
You think girls are amazing,
the most wonderful thing you’ve seen in this world.
You aren’t wrong.
Never make promises you don’t intend to keep,
And be careful of people who don’t keep theirs.
If you find a television show you like, watch it.
Because nothing makes television executives happier
Than cancelling a good show.