I found an interesting writing prompt on Pinterest last week, and found it quite inspiring: “Write a letter to yourself, ten years ago”. I’ve been thinking about it for a few days now, pondering what I would write to my 18-year old self.
I could shoot off a cliché, and tell her that everything is going to be alright. I could tell her that it’s okay to be weak sometimes, and it’s okay to walk away. I could tell her that there’s a huge difference between giving up, and beating a dead horse; a difference between failure, and having given it your absolute best shot.
The more I think about it though, the more it feels that to write such a letter, would be a great disrespect to my past, as if it didn’t mean anything. I cannot disregard all the trials, hardships, and obstacles, wishing they had never happened. They needed to. It was these that have taught me so many valuable lessons, given me so much strength, and resolve, and wisdom. I would not have, nor would I recognise, the magnificent life I have now, were it not for my past.
Aside from the fact that we wouldn’t want to disrupt the space-time continuum, now would we?
I ask you, dear readers, what are some gifts your past trials have given you?