I wonder what to say when it comes to us,
To define the complexity of culture and civilisation,
To pin point a sentence amongst thousands of words,
But as I learn I still hope to express while I still have a mouth and a pen.

I could talk about the things that divide us,
The comfort of sub cultures defined by skin, *** and superficiality,
The arguments over interests, principles, delusions,
Especially those divides that led to blood from skin and ghosts from brothers.

There's more comfort in the developing unity though,
Digital culture giving everybody a faceless voice at the cost of cellular perception,
Though imperfect, we know more of what we want to change every day,
Though individual, the harmony of our voices seems to reach the pitch of powerful ears.

It seems our world is figuratively closer,
Our children's eyes seem more attuned to a search for clarity amongst a reality shaped,
Our compassion grows towards the true spectrum of what makes us what we are,
Amongst the chaos of hate and hate's big ****** ******* of an industry, we know we just want to get by.

Looking back and looking forward.. I can take a few guesses as to advice.
Be open as you are becoming, or have already become, open towards well.. knowledge, opinion, change, progress. Many ******* things.
Be humble towards your insignificant self, know the sheer overwhelming scope of existence as a comfort you are a part of, and remember those souls around you that helped you grow.
Finally.. if you can go your entire life without tasting a grapefruit, you'll be better off.