dear past self

365 days in a year.
365 diary entries.
Most of them filled with terrible memories.
Bad decisions. Regretful actions. Embarrassment. Failure. Disappointment.

You keep going over and over the pages. Guilt and self-hatred flooding your mind.

You are completely detached from the stranger whose wrongdoings are coming to life in front of your eyes.
You judge the way they handled things. You loathe them for it. You wish them the worst. You wish them death.
But hadn't that person messed up, hadn't they experienced heartache or seen their life falling apart, would you be the person you are today?
You may be a little hurt, a little damaged, but at the same time you are a little wiser, a little stronger.
Each mistake of yours is a bead in the necklace of your life. It is your choice whether you embrace proudly how far you've come or you let it strangle you.

//optimistic pessimist//