If you think of personal growth as a binary tree, then this past year I definitely pruned off a few of the big branches.
I turn twenty this year, and both physically and mentally my adolescence is entering its final stretch. In the old days, whenever dynasties changed hands, historians would compile the chronicles of the previous reign — and applied to a single person, the habit doesn’t feel out of place at all. Deconstructing my past self, I found something interesting: a lot of things looked like my own responsibility at the time, things I could have handled more sensibly. But viewed from now, it was simply that the limited understanding I had back then wouldn’t allow me to make the most correct decision.
In any case, I still hope my future self can live a little more at ease — and if the occasional good thing happens along the way, even better.
