The Morning Text 10/28

An Educational Newsletter


Welcome to The Morning Text!

Today I’m showing another poem that I really like. Fair warning, there is some profanity. It’s written and performed by George Watsky, a song artist that became famous from YouTube. This incredibly relatable poem is a letter to his 16 year old self. 

Letter to My 16-Year-Old self

George Watsky

Sup bitch. Nah, I’m just messing with ya. What I meant to say was, “Never give up. Always be yourself.” It’s gonna suck hearing that over and over as you get older. But as stereotypes start with a grain of truth, cliches begin with a boulder. And no matter what, you’re an animal. A born natural. So you don’t need some motivational speaker asshole feeding you re-heated inspirational corn casserole. You magical bastard! Get it through your brain. Inject it in your vein, get infected with the strain, the strange idea you’re the reflection of the greats who came before. More than Science, our bodies are history’s oldest appliance. We’re piggy-back riding the shoulders of giants which is how we survive when the ceilings keep getting higher and the lightbulbs keep burning out. We learn by word of mouth, and when your time is passed, don’t drag each other down. Cause being a crab in a bucket is mad lonely. Be the crab escaping from crab prison who creates a crab rope out the window made only of crab homies. Cause we’re in this together. Future you is just past you with new molecules. We shoot the old ones out follicles and hair is dead cells so our faults get shed well, meaning our parts that are hard to adore get mopped up on the barber shop floor. In other words, although you often don’t remember people’s names, are at center of attention at all the wrong times, and spend roughly six hours a night lying on your side watching Boy Meets World re-runs, you are capable of outgrowing that bullshit. I’m aware there is doubt. I don’t believe in hell, but I believe in my parents’ couch. You’re gonna get depressed sometimes. You’re gonna have weeks where you don’t feel like eating, where gravity is working overtime like it’s afraid of getting laid off and you can barely lift your fork to your mouth, and you are going to have a choice. Do you want to see this world as ugly, or beautiful? Wanna know what I think? Well go fuck yourself, this is my poem, and I think the universe is great. It’s like God just chucked a bunch of candy into space. And Earth is a jaw-breaker. So it doesn’t matter if you’ve got the biggest mouth, you can’t just chew the world up and spit it out. You’ve gotta savor it. From the grandest to the blandest nook and cranny, every crooked alley, every mountain, brook, and valley, from Candyland to Cali that’s been stamped by Rand McNally. Ordinary is outstanding! So don’t be impressed by mere miracles. And FYI, looking like a crusty hippie doesn’t make you spiritual. You’re gonna have to climb through a thorny mess of contradictions, underground rivers, and sometimes what you love the most will cause your biggest problem. Because you know what’s awesome? World peace. You know what else is awesome? Catapults. And that’s just the goddamn truth. This world is so confusing, but you’re gonna be fine. You’re gonna be fine.

Challenge of the Day: what piece of advice would you give your 16-year-old self? And why? Share your thoughts with me!

This poem suggestion came from Cat! Shout out “thank you” to her!

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Have a wonderful day.

Written by Caleb Gibbons