we make silly mistakes and have regrets and they hurt our pride and it’s awkward yeah sure ok but hear me out:
sometimes what we are looking for (in any context) lies in revisiting, refining, reliving, remembering. or it lies in the process of doing so. it’s something i’ve been reckoning with recently.
if something we learned from the past made us feel something, what can we pull from it? can it be resurrected? or made better? or can we use that feeling elsewhere?
sorry for the conceptual philosophical rec that I’ll forget writing but i won’t be able to go to bed unless i write this itchy thought down somewhere
