13/06/2025
So so true ….
I've learned one of the most powerful forms of compassion is letting go of who people used to be.
We all carry versions of ourselves that no longer fit—like outgrown clothes hanging in the back of a closet. These old selves are stitched together with the mistakes we made when we didn’t know better, the words we regret saying, the pain we inflicted while drowning in our own. But as time moves forward, so do we—sometimes slowly, sometimes with struggle, but always with the possibility of change.
I’ve witnessed how a single mistake can overshadow a lifetime of goodness.
How one bad chapter can be unfairly treated as the entire story. It's easy to freeze people in time, to judge them by the worst thing they’ve done, to forget that we are all works in progress. But people are not static. They shed skin, they grow through discomfort, they evolve—often in ways no one else can see.
I’ve seen it happen with my own eyes.
Friends who were once reactive become gentle listeners. People who used to run from their problems now show up for others with unwavering presence. I’ve seen chaos give birth to calm, and recklessness transform into wisdom. Change doesn’t always come with a grand announcement. Often, it's quiet. It happens in private, in the small, consistent choices made when no one is watching.
Growth is not glamorous, but it is sacred.
And when we hold people hostage to their past, we deny them the dignity of becoming someone new. We overlook the courage it takes to look inward, to confront old wounds, and to choose a better way forward. Every one of us carries a story we wish we could rewrite—but that doesn’t mean we aren’t worthy of a fresh page, a new beginning, or a second chance.
No one should be forever chained to a version of themselves they’ve already left behind.
We are all navigating this life in real time—learning, unlearning, falling down, standing back up. And if we can forgive ourselves for our growing pains, we must extend that same grace to others.
Because at the end of the day, none of us are finished.
We’re all still becoming.