Regarding the past

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The past, our origin story, our teacher, our museum of moments.

  • We visit it for wisdom.
  • We revisit it for comfort.
  • We sometimes get stuck there out of regret.

But while the past built us, it doesn’t belong to us anymore, because that world, it doesn’t exist.

Memories are meant for reflection, not residency:

We’re taught to learn from the past, but no one warns us about the weight of carrying it everywhere we go. About how easy it is to mistake nostalgia for direction, or how replaying old wounds doesn’t heal them, it deepens them.

Yes, the past holds answers, but it also holds anchors, and you can’t move forward with both feet planted in what’s already over.

The myth of could-have-been: 

It’s tempting to ruminate.

  • "If I had just made a different choice…”
  • “If they hadn’t left…”
  • “If I were who I used to be…”

But every time we argue with the past, we abandon the present., and the present is the only place change can happen, you can’t heal yesterday, but you can rewrite the impact it has on your today.

Closure Doesn’t Mean Forgetting

To move forward isn’t betrayal, to let go doesn’t mean it didn’t matter, to stop looking back doesn’t erase the value of where you’ve been.

It means you understand something deeper:
That growth happens when you stop trying to fix what’s finished and start creating what’s next.

Conclusion: 

Regarding the past is necessary, reliving it is not, there is no going back, and maybe that’s the gift, because the version of you who survived it all deserves to finally step into a world that hasn’t happened yet.

The future is built with the bricks of your past but it must be lived with your eyes forward.

So honor what was. Forgive what hurt. Carry the lesson, not the luggage.

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