What would you say to your past self?
I don’t know my answer. Perhaps, I would say “Be more confident” or “Live in the present moment – not the future.”
For as much as the question is posed, people fail to flip it around.
What would you say to your future self?
For me, it’s simple. I wouldn’t ask for any knowledge. I don’t want to know how my life turned out or who I ended up marrying or how many children I possibly have. Instead, I would say the following:
“You’ve finally made it! I’m so proud of who you’ve become. Look at all that you’ve accomplished. Don’t worry about me because I’m still finding my way. Have fun! No regrets. Be proud of who you are.”
Although I don’t know the future, I have faith in myself.
One thing I sometimes struggle with is looking back and realizing how much I had to deal with. It hurts as though it were still in occurrence.
What is the purpose of feeling pain for a tragedy that has already occurred? We do it every day, but why? In remembrance – in honor of those who have passed. But other than that, why rehash all the pain?
I remember things and view myself as another person – a child. I have to remind myself that it was actually me. That I felt these things. It’s much easier to sympathize with this “child figure.”
Is there a benefit of pain other than growth and healing? I doubt it. Too often it welds bitterness into one’s soul.
And yet I wonder…