Sometimes I sit and I think back on my life. I remember vividly things I thought and things I said and things I did. I bring to mind scenes of the person I was at different moments throughout the years.
And so often these memories of mine make me recoil. I cringe and I want to look away. I was such an idiot. So, so often.
But before long, I’m smiling. I like how stupid I’ve been. It means I’m starting to get somewhere. It means I’m changing.
Only the dead stay the same. If, compared to now, you used to be an idiot, you’re on the right track.