Your past doesn't define you.

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Hi Friends! I am back, to try and make your day just a little bit better. I hope you all are doing well. So, today's post is about the past, and how to heal/learn from it, but before that, I need you to answer these questions:

Do you ruminate about the past with regret? 

Do you think about wanting to change the past?

Welcome to life where many people have similar regrets. It’s easy to look back on the past with new information knowing you could have lived it differently, but it’s simply impossible. 

I’ve always enjoyed writing and speaking about the past with openness. It allows me to explore, how to heal the past, to create a better future.

You might ask whether I have any regrets. It would be remiss of me if I didn’t. 

Do I wish things were different?

Indeed, I do.

Do I live with regret over those decisions?

Absolutely not.

The reason being, that I’ve made peace with the past because every choice constituted the level of awareness I held at the time. Many of my choices paved the way for immense personal growth and new opportunities in the years to follow.

You see, the best thing about the past is that it gives you a choice. You can hold on to the past or use the experiences as lessons for personal growth. The former means you are stuck recalling negative memories, without learning from them. The latter means gaining the lessons that shape your character and reflect in the person you are now and will become.

There are no mistakes in a purposeful universe even though it looks that way. We simply haven’t allowed for a complete picture to emerge and base our judgment on limited information.

The person who is to succeed will never let his mind dwell on past mistakes. He will forgive the past in his life and in the lives of other people. If he makes a mistake, he will at once forgive it. You are ruled by the past only if you use it as an anchor to drag around. 

So, remember, you are not your past. You are not what has happened to you. You are what comes next. Every day, you get to wake up, and you get the choice to let the past keep its grimy little metaphorical arms around you or finally make peace with it. 

Anyways, I don't know much, but there is one thing I have learned, and that is regret + resent + loathe the past, and you will be at war forever. Find a way to be friends with the past, and you will be free. I know it's hard, the past can be ugly, but I believe that we all have the capabilities to make peace with the past.

That's all from my side(for now*). See you in the next post. Until then, be safe, be happy, and keep learning from the past.

Bye!!!

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