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What makes us worthy of giving advice ?


Simple ways to give advice in English | EF English Live

My milkman’s  17 year old daughter came to ask for my advice,

She asked me what should I pursue next in my life

I could not answer her question but began to introspect,

Have I achieved enough so far to have gained this respect

I often find myself scrambling to know where I should go

How can I then tell the path to take, when my own I don’t know

I wonder what makes us worthy of giving such life advice

The external facade is what they see, cant they hear my screaming inner voice?

How am I any better than that 17 year old to know which path to take?

Should I tell her the truth or protect this false reputation at stake

Have I established any standards of exemplifying “the success?”

Should I tell her how hollow I am within, that it’s nothing but a mess

Should I tell her to take one step at a time and let things fall in place

That she must know what she wants to be and then walk towards at a steady pace

I must acknowledge that I am outwardly  at a place many aspire and struggle to be

I earn a paycheck at the end of the month and have gifted independence to me

I must not take the present for granted, but I cannot feign success as well

I might be a few steps ahead from where I began, but there is a long way to go I can tell

I stood there thinking what meaningful advice I could impart

All I could tell her was Find your dream and then chase it with all your heart!!


 

 

 

 


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