The Day I Met My Older Self By Seema Chugh , GK Enclave -1 One quiet evening, the younger me sat alone by the window, wondering why life wasn’t turning out the way she had imagined. She was tired of trying. Tired of being strong. Tired of waiting for things to finally make sense. Then, she heard a gentle voice behind her. Older Me: “Why are you crying?” She turned around. There she was. Older. Calmer. A little more tired around the eyes, but somehow, more peaceful. Younger Me: “Who are you?” The woman smiled. Older Me: “I’m you… years from now.” The younger me stared at her in disbelief. Younger Me: “So… did everything work out?” The older me paused. Older Me: “Not everything.” Her heart sank. Younger Me: “Then what was the point of all this?” The older me sat beside her and held her hand. Older Me: “The point was never to make everything work out. The point was to learn how to be okay even when it didn’t.” The younger me looked down. Younger Me: “Did we become successful?” Older...
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