It seems to me that changing the past is unfair in some way. I’ve only lived 18 years, but I don’t want to change any of them. They’re all part of my life, even the failures.
Of all the priceless objects left behind, this is what we rescue. These artifacts. Memory cues. Useless souvenirs. Nothing you could auction. The scars left from happiness.
Other events—the ones you can’t digest—they poison you. Those worst parts of your life, those moments you can’t talk about, they rot you from the inside out.
So the truth is we can't change the past. What's done is done. We've got to own our actions, but putting ourselves on trial, acting as our own judge, jury, and executioner, it's not the answer because a lot of the time all that judging does is just ensure that we're going to repeat the cycle.