Time has a peculiar way of preserving thoughts we believed were fleeting. Long after moments have passed, the thoughts attached to them remain quiet, persistent, waiting. My past isn't just a collection of events, it is a gallery of thoughts I once held as truth.
I remember the certainty I carried in moments that now feel distant. I thought I understood people, I thought I understood myself. There were days I was convinced I wasn’t enough, and others when I believed I had everything figured out. Those thoughts felt permanent then, as if time itself agreed with me.
But time did not agree, it revealed itself and it's intention
Looking back, I see how fragile those past thoughts were, some were built on fear, others on hope, many on incomplete understanding. I judged too quickly, trusted too easily, or doubted too deeply. And yet, those thoughts shaped my actions, my choices, and the paths I walked.
What unsettles me is how real they felt in the moment. A single thought had the power to define an entire season of my life. I stayed where I should have left, I left where I should have stayed all because of what I believed then.
Now, time has created distance between me and those thoughts, and in that distance, clarity grows. I can observe them without being controlled by them. I see the younger version of myself thinking, reacting, trying and I understand, even when I disagree.
There is a quiet humility in realizing that my present thoughts may one day become my past misunderstandings.
So I treat my mind more gently now, questioning what feels absolute. I hold my thoughts with less certainty and more curiosity. Because time will pass, and today’s beliefs will eventually stand where yesterday’s once did under review, under reflection.
In the end, time does not just move forward, it circles back through our thoughts, asking us to reconsider, to reframe, and to grow.
