There is molding yet to be done

I mostly resort to poetry for expression...attempting prose this time...
Speaking to my five years younger self...

You are fresh out of college with a lot of education, many degrees, some disposable money in your hands and a whole gamut of options of what you can do and who you can become. The most important thing to know is that there is still a whole lot of you left to become who you want to become. It might appear that you have already shaped yourself and have become who you could (may be not who you should) and that the mold has already taken form. But this I want to tell you is a lie. This is the time you will become who you will be for the rest of your long life.

It will be easy to get accustomed to comfort and laziness. It will be natural to adopt the ways of people around you. It will be easy to drift in accepting who you are. But what comes easy is not what's worth having. Accept the fact that if you get your self worth from hard work, thought and labor, then so be it ! If it does not bode well with everyone around, then so be it. You need to move away from people who say that it is time to chill and binge watch, no matter how benign their intentions are.

There is a mountain of habit forming to be done, there is an ocean of knowledge to acquire and apply and invest time in, on things and matters you did not have the luxury to think about when you were busy mugging up books. You have to know, that though it may seem otherwise, these are your formative years affecting the next 40 years of your life. If you are letting the discipline of your first 20 years slip away, its time to tighten your grip. Build integrity, intelligence and energy consciously, mindfully. You might have survived with clumsy decision making so far, but its time to implement those mental models you want to live with in the future. Don't yet accept the form you are in, there is a whole lot of molding and shining yet to be done.

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