Are we there yet?

In talking to a younger me,
I realised how far I’ve come,
And how the journey of these years
Has made me unempathetic
To those who yet have not begun.
Forgotten are anxieties
That paralysed my every step.
Forgotten, disappointments faced
If, at all, I took a step.
I’m so so far from where I was.
And yet, and yet, I am so so far
From where I want to be at last.
You’ve got to love the journey, sis,
Despite the humps that break our cars.