A Journey of One

I write these words as an intimate foreword to myself, or perhaps, to the person I’ll become after shedding the skin of my present being. To the future version of me, who will inevitably cast sympathetic eyes upon this distant past, where I now stand and inscribe these lines.

This is the state of who I am now, so listen carefully, you little pathetic fool. Tomorrow, and the day after, this will likely contradict your future perspectives and beliefs. So, with full awareness of my future self, I offer you this:

Remember, what you are now will surely be surpassed. You’ll no longer see yourself the same way. You’ll likely try your best to erase or even forget everything written here. Please, I beg you, don’t. You would erase a part of yourself forever. The beauty of human life lies in our continuous struggle against ourselves in pursuit of perfection. Each moment, every word written here, bears witness to your journey. The imperfections you discover within this story only magnify its significance, for it is within these fleeting moments that one perceives their own essence. Though you’ll never experience these same sentences in the same light again, that doesn’t mean they are lacking.

Do not cast harsh judgment upon these past words. Tomorrow, they might appear feeble and pitiful to your eyes, but they embody a vivid reminder of your limited present existence. Don’t judge yourself too harshly for what you write here, as these words, shallow and pathetic as they may seem to you tomorrow, are a reflection and a memory of the limited life you are living right now.

Remember, this is how we make ourselves better, stronger, and wiser. This is not a reason to discard yourself as you once were—weak, limited, and fragile. Rather, it is the very process of acknowledging and embracing your flawed nature that allows for transformation. Many might say you’ll become “something better.” But don’t trust the many; trust yourself. You’ll never truly become “better” or “perfect,” because what is “better” for you today won’t be “better” for you tomorrow.

Remember, if you hadn’t written these words, you would never have realized your imperfection, which continues to shape the pursuit of your personal aim for perfection—a relentless journey that defines your essence.

Remember how imperfection is always sealed within us humans, like a reproductive organ, indispensable for creation and life itself.

Remember that it is not worth escaping the pursuit of perfection within imperfection. That is our pilgrimage, to touch that elusive realm.

And finally, although it is never truly the end, remember that these sentences, paragraphs, and the entire story are the embodiment of the struggle between me and myself. So, have respect for us, and for the pain-born child within us.

With love, to my future self,

The Author