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The past is not static


I am currently reading Numbercontaminated cupNumbera fantasy detective novel.

Think “Sherlock Holmes set in Westeros.”

The protagonist has this enhanced ability that allows him to absorb every interaction, every detail of a crime scene, and then recite those exact details at a later date.

I remember one time it was scary black mirror A side note on this: being able to recall every fact about every past interaction.

Here’s the thing: In all of these scenarios, the facts may be correct, but the analysis of those facts still leaves a lot of room for improvement.

I’ve been thinking a lot lately, when I stumbled across two stories I wanted to share:

NumberThe past is not realNumber” From Derek Sievers:

When I was 17, I was driving recklessly and crashed into an oncoming car. I found out I broke another driver’s spine and she would never walk again.

I carried this burden everywhere and I was so terrified of it for years that at the age of 35 I decided to find this woman and apologize. I found her name and address, went to her house, knocked on the door, and the person who opened the door was a middle-aged woman. When I said, “I was the teenager who hit your car and broke your spine eighteen years ago,” I started sobbing—an ugly cry that revealed years of regret.

She was so sweet and hugged me and said, “Oh, honey, honey! Don’t worry. I’m fine!” Then she took me into her living room. Walking.

It turns out I misunderstood.

Yes, she had several broken vertebrae, but that didn’t stop her from walking. She said that “that little accident” made her pay more attention to her fitness, and since then her physical condition has been better than before.

Then she apologized Because it caused the accident in the first place. Apologized.

And this NumberStories about the “good old days”Number Author Morgan Howser:

A few months ago, I was recalling to my wife how great our life was in our early 20s. We were 23, employed, and living in our version of the Taj Mahal. This was before kids, so on the weekends we slept in until 10am, then went for a walk, had brunch, a nap and then went out for dinner. This is our life. Over the years.

“That’s life at its peak, perfect,” I told her.

“What are you talking about?” she said. “That’s when you’re more anxious, more scared, and maybe even more depressed than you’ve ever been.”

…Today, I look back and think, “I must have been so happy then. Those were my best years.”

But really, at the time I was thinking, “I can’t wait until these years are over.”

It made me think a lot about the past and our future. It turns out that neither is set in stone!

What past story could you rewrite?

As the saying goes, it’s easier to connect the dots looking back than looking ahead.

Is there a story from your past about a specific moment that still haunts you?

Maybe it’s shameful about what happened, but it leads to better things for you.

Maybe it’s a longing for a past life that never really existed.

The past has happened, but that doesn’t mean it’s set in stone!

Back to Sievers:

“You can change your history.

Actual factual events are only a small part of it. Everything else is perspective, open to reinterpretation.

The past is never over.

I’d love to know what story you’re telling yourself about the past, good or bad, that you’ve decided to rewrite?

-Steve

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