Encountering a snapshot of the past,
Can generate nostalgic introspection,
As one finds things that render one aghast
But also joy in those small imperfections,

Because it means that it was truly real.
As you grow chronologically apart,
From your work, objectivity anneals
Reproachful mind and then forgiving heart.

It’s sad that it’s so easy to believe
Your finest efforts are now far behind,
Despite the little wobbles you perceive,
You feel that from your greatness you’re confined.

Despite unpleasant musings, persevere-
In six months, think how wise this will appear!