Observation

The Younger Self "Youth is a storm, they say, but I was stone. While others laughed in the fields, I toiled in the dark. I was the dutiful son, the measured step, the one who built for others first, carried the burden so no one else had to. Now I reach for his mask—the elder who let the wind carry him. I built the foundation he stands on, yet he drifts lighter, unshackled by duty. What does he know that I do not? I envy him, perhaps. Or I resent him. Perhaps both."

Response 1

Even though you stand behind me, I see you. I feel your presence. Know that you are not forgotten, and that there are those who look at you as you look at him.

Response 2

I hope to grow old like you and someday celebrate the death of my younger self and the person I did not become.

Response 3

It doesn't sound corny at all. You are here for the same reasons as me. Cheers my friend.🍻

Revision

Time is relative. To some this is their present self. To me, this is my past self—how I might have looked upon what I am today.

Material

Wood

Adornments

Protrusions

Region

sprawl

Bond

Trees of Time