If past me could see how much I have changed, he would be wondering many things.
He probably would have wished I was stronger, maybe a bit more taller.
Doing what I enjoy doing on the grind, probably not what he had in mind.
Working on my future long-term goals, not worried about the haters that throw me stones.
Realizing that popularity is a lie, that all the cool kids eventually hide.
He would see what the world has to offer, that not everyone knows what they are after.
If past me could see me now, he would be so proud of how far I have come.
