On (not)writing to a younger self
There is a plague of content online with people posting what they would tell their younger selves. What they fail to mention most of the times is that in all likelihood, their younger selves, being the sort of self entitled pricks we all are when we are young, would most probably tell them to fuck off and let them be. Life has stages, and some of these are beneficial for listening, while some are definitely not.
Another thing that most of this people easily forget is that for better or worse, their younger selves brought them this far, and that is fucking amazing. With all their flaws and insecurities, hurdles and sorrows, we are all here, ain’t we? Isn’t that a commendable achievement? One would think so given the harshness intrinsic to the world we live in, and to life itself, and yet they’d want to move stuff around. Shuffle the lego pieces to see what could’ve come out of that new combination.
What if what came out was something completely different, something they’d despise? It is not so clear to me that changing things we did in the past would yield better results, more so given we learn from our mistakes and improve by working on and from our shortcomings. What if we stripped ourselves of these shortcomings? Would we have felt the need to improve or the same sense of accomplishment when we overcame that hurdle? Would our minds be as prepared to face the storms coming our way?