It's really hard to accept my past self. But I try. I still see bits of them come out from time to time. It hurts even just thinking about them, so I try to just give them space. There's a space inside me where they can dwell, and I know they are still there, and I accept them. Because your past self is like a child, not just you as a child, but like a child who has been entrusted to you. All you can do is promise them they were right to want what they wanted, and that you'll honor them, and prove that they could grow into who they always wanted to be.
Thank you for your wonderful and thoughtful comic as always, Nate.
future nate
A metaphor for a part of you branching out and growing away from your roots, never looking back and yet inextricably tied to your past?
Is this what it is.
It's really hard to accept my past self. But I try. I still see bits of them come out from time to time. It hurts even just thinking about them, so I try to just give them space. There's a space inside me where they can dwell, and I know they are still there, and I accept them. Because your past self is like a child, not just you as a child, but like a child who has been entrusted to you. All you can do is promise them they were right to want what they wanted, and that you'll honor them, and prove that they could grow into who they always wanted to be.
Thank you for your wonderful and thoughtful comic as always, Nate.