I was asked: if I could go back in time what would I say to my younger self?
I sat thinking.
So many things ran across my mind. I saw my younger self getting hurt and breaking his bones (literally). I would put my hands on his shoulder and help him get up and tell him everything will be fine. I would tell him keep doing what you’re doing, you’re going to have lots of stories to tell when you grow up.
I’d explain to him why every decision that went against him and every “unlucky” moment in his life was actually a good thing. How every problem would become a story. How every person he loved and lost would contribute to who he would become.
I’d tell him to keep looking forward.
To not dwell on his past.
To keep doing what he likes to do and not listen to others.
To not wait and ask her out already.
To say yes to more opportunities.
To not give a shit about unnecessary expectations.
To stop wasting time and learn something instead.
But then I pause. I think of how knowing all this ahead of time instead of experiencing it himself would be of less use to him.
If he wasn’t lost, he wouldn’t know what he needed to find.
So now I know.
If I go back, I would tell him nothing.
Because every problem, every fear, every emotion deeply felt by him would lead him to me.
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