Poem: The best is yet to come

May you always picture where you are

as where you're meant to be.

May you take in your surroundings

like you visited it especially.

We all will end up in the soil eventually.

Some of you carry such goodness that it nourishes for centuries.

May you see life as a show and may the entry fee be empathy

sat front row with an empty seat for friends in need.

And when you're on form

be generous and spread the energy.

And when you're not sure

be gentle with yourself

and don't forget to breathe.

You need not be defined by your many feats

you are not a centipede.

There is a joy in doing some things terribly.

May you share bruise and bruises

and may you do this tenderly.

You are the most improved you there has ever been.

Of all the words you'll ever hear, remember these: Life is too short to eat... celery.

Life is too long to feed jealousy.

And life is likely just the right length

to need therapy.

May you be seriously silly.

May you be wickedly kind.

May you be brilliantly dumb sometimes,

and yet stupidly bright.

May you certainly have doubts.

May your weirdness be the norm.

May the coolest thing about you

be your warmth.

May you be powerfully vulnerable,

or at least mightily soft.

May you be a contradiction,

and yet at the same time not.

And whether you are any,

none, or all of the above,

above all you know that you are loved.

May you understand that it's ok

to change your mind.

And thank you in advance for all the ways

you're changing mine.

May you always make room for playfulness,

it may just save your life, and trust

whatever makes your heart grow

cannot be a waste of time.

It may not make you money.

It may not even make sense.

But if it makes you happy,

it is worth it in the end.

And it is worth it at the time.

And it deserves your very best.

And you are never too busy

to catch your breath.

Just as you cannot be in traffic

without being traffic,

life is not something

that you are stuck in while it happens.

There is more in you

than you can possibly imagine.

The very fact that you exist

makes everything a bit more magic.

And when it all feels too much

and there is little you can do,

but you still see the best in people,

and may people include you.

May one thing match the gravity

of all you've ever done.

This wonderful reality:

The best is yet to come.

A poem by Harry Baker, Instagram: @harrybakerpoet