What if God gave us a chance to meet our younger self, just once in a lifetime?
I picture her standing before me—bright eyes, smooth skin, and effortless charm. She carries the confidence of innocence, untouched by time. And here I am, with greying hair, freckles, and a heart that has lived through both joy and heartbreak. Yet, our smile is still the same.
She looks at me with surprise.
“Is this really me?”
“Yes,” I tell her. “This is us. Time has touched me, but it hasn’t changed the core of who we are.”
She frowns,
“But what about our dreams?”
I answer softly.
“Some came true, some changed shape, and a few were left behind. But each turn made us stronger.”
She studies me again.
“And the sparkle in your eyes?”
“It’s still here,” I reply. “It just lives deeper now—in quiet joys, in resilience, in knowing how to carry both happiness and pain with grace.”
We laugh together—the same laugh that never changed.
And as I walk away, I realize: youth is about chasing dreams, but age is about discovering their meaning. Every step, every detour, every stumble is part of that discovery. So if you ever feel lost on your journey, remember—your younger self gave you the wings to dream, and your older self will give you the wisdom to fly.
In the end, every stage of life is not about losing yourself—it’s about finding yourself in new ways.
Blessmesai 