I don’t think much about the past. What I did, what others said, what went right or wrong, no longer has a real effect on what I can do today. Remembering doesn’t help me move forward. Sometimes it shows up on its own, with images or phrases that come without warning, but they don’t stay long. I don’t dwell on them because I don’t see the point. If there was something to learn, I’ve already learned it. If not, I’ve already let it go.

The present demands constant attention. What to do now, how to stay stable, what to avoid. I care about what comes next, not what’s behind. The past has no power unless you give it. I’m not denying it shaped me, but I don’t let it decide for me. What matters is what I do with what I have right now.