The present

I heard someone say that we need to understand our past in order to create our future.

But is that really true? Do we have to “understand” our history? Isn’t it enough that we’ve learned from it — that we’ve used it to shape better conditions moving forward?

How can we even claim to understand the choices we made back then, when we’re no longer the same person? We change. We are a new version of ourselves in every moment.

And this idea of “creating our future” — what does that really mean? Do we even have that kind of power? We can aim for something, we can hope and plan, but we can never truly predict what’s to come.

In the end, we live in uncertainty. That’s the fragility — and the beauty — of life.

And while we’re busy trying to make sense of the past and shape the future, aren’t we overlooking something? A piece that’s even more important than both where we’ve been and where we think we’re going. Something that isn’t a memory or a projection.

The present.