How I Forgave Myself of Regret
Hindsight Kept Me Stuck in the Past
If only I hadn’t. If only I had.
I used to beat myself up without mercy about what I should have, could have done or said, or didn’t say… Wash, Rinse, Repeat.
There are many stories on Medium about “Talking to My Younger Self.” This is the advice I’d give him/her/them back then.
When I was in my 20s, I thought I knew everything. No one could give me advice. How would my older self tell my younger self something different? Could this older self get through that know-it-all attitude? I’m guessing not. And to entertain the thought is time ill spent for me. Even though I love self-help (especially Alberto García 🚀🚀🚀 stories): they give me insight into how others think and feel about themselves and where I identify with the story. And how I connect with other readers.
The Past Does Not Exist in The Past
The past exists only in my memories. My memories filtered through hindsight bias distort my attachment to them. I used to think of the past as something that happened back there. Now, I think of the past as memories that exist in the present. This realization liberated me. Memory-associated emotions are attached to beliefs, whether I like it or not.
