In my grandparents’ stories things tend to move around a lot. Events aren’t exactly consistent. Sometimes, different people die in those stories. The past is no fixed thing. It moves with us through time, coloured by the passing years. It changes because
This mindset will definitly help me be less annoyed in many situations :) thanks, you convinced me with this (to me) new point of view
To wonder of different versions/states of oneself, wouldn't it be cool to have a room to meet oneself or someone from somewhere beyond usual limits of linear time and 3D space? :D
'Sometimes different people die' that bit made me 🥲 and the way you describe the ghosts of our past life which we can't quite seem to shake off. I think getting older is hard not because of being closer to old age (I'm looking forward to that) but moreso because of accumulation of 'anger debt'. Thanks for another great read on another long train trip home tonight. 🙏🙏
This mindset will definitly help me be less annoyed in many situations :) thanks, you convinced me with this (to me) new point of view
To wonder of different versions/states of oneself, wouldn't it be cool to have a room to meet oneself or someone from somewhere beyond usual limits of linear time and 3D space? :D
Would you meet yourself or someone else?
I'd want to meet Mozart
'Sometimes different people die' that bit made me 🥲 and the way you describe the ghosts of our past life which we can't quite seem to shake off. I think getting older is hard not because of being closer to old age (I'm looking forward to that) but moreso because of accumulation of 'anger debt'. Thanks for another great read on another long train trip home tonight. 🙏🙏