Imagine if we only let our past enrich our lives, not hurt us repeatedly.
Wisdom, not bitterness.
Depth, not pain.
Peace, not rabbit holes.
The past only exists in our memories, so why do we often cling to it more than the present?
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In arguments, we often want to be right. But being right is not the same as being wise.
One of the greatest lies we tell ourselves is that we’re falling behind. That someone else is ahead.