Self-love (poem)

Maturity is hard earned only if you let it be;
Let time pass and reflect instead:
Then one day you'll find ten years have got behind you.¹
Yes, at first you'll wonder where the time went—
But soon enough, when you realise life is
Everything you ever wanted,
You'll smile to yourself
And you'll think to yourself:
"I'm glad that I did that
I'm glad that that happened:
I'm glad that I am who I am"
And you will love yourself for that.

Self-love is the purest there is.
Disagree? Then you have not yet learned
That happiness is not earned.
The ecstasy of life is in its transience—
So love yourself while you can.
If you do what you know you should
—Instead of what you're "supposed to"—
You may be loved long after death.
That matters, no doubt, but what matters most of all
Is that you love yourself before your final breath.

No one else will ever know you
Quite the way that you do:
Purity is found within, alone:
Unity exists in solitude: your home.

Pink Floyd -- Time.