My Younger Self

There’s an exercise where you ask yourself what you’d tell your younger self if you ever had the chance. My answer has been and continues to be that I wouldn’t tell my younger self anything.

It would be nice to learn the hard lessons earlier but who’s to say I’d listen to my future self any better than I listened to my past self? Who’s to say there wouldn’t be other lessons or mistakes made as a result of the alternative universe I’d be in?

There was a Reddit thread on his topic and one person said they’d tell their younger self to buy bitcoin and sell when it hits $60k. But I had to laugh when somebody replied to add that they shouldn’t get on any submarines. Because wouldn’t that be a hilarious twist worthy of an Alanis Morissette song? You get the financial success that you promised your younger self but a year later, you die because your newfound riches afforded you an opportunity that seemed too good to pass up.

When I look over my life, there are so many decisions that could have seemingly sent my life into a better direction but the fact remains that those “what ifs” create completely unknown universes where the butterfly effects may have negated all of the good things that have happened in my life.

What’s good? What’s bad? Who knows.

So if I ever do find myself face to face with my younger self through some miracle of science or magic, I think I might just say, “you’re in for a wild ride.”