There are so many things left to learn. After all, at twenty-two, what all can you really do?

There’s jumping a car. Jumping a fence. Grilling a burger. Cleaning said grill. Hitting a ground ball. Turning a double play.

There’s flying a kite with wind. Flying one without. Moving to a new house. Moving to a new state. Making new friends. Making a new family.

There’s packing your bag just right. Packing a box to be shipped to the next store. Receiving a compliment. Receiving a hug. Receiving anything, really, is an art to master sooner rather than later. It’s good you have that one down.

There’s learning humility. Learning to be humble. Trying to remain that way through whatever may come. Not raising your voice despite your anger serves you well. But cutting people off doesn’t.

You need to learn more. You’ve already gained so much, but missed the lecture. When God was going about, teaching other twenty-somethings how to be a functioning adult, you were living on a gym floor, trying to remain a child.

You’ve yet to learn how to bank. How to balance the checkbook and make sure all is well.

You’ve yet to learn how to live alone. Truly.

You’ve yet to learn how to open up. Truly.

You’ve yet to learn to live. Honestly.

You’ve yet to grasp reality. What it is and what it isn’t.

You’ve yet to find someone. You know what I mean.

You’ve yet to measure your success against your past, not anyone else’s present.

You’ve come far, but you’ve yet to learn where life is going to take you.

Then again, that last one may not be so bad.