If only I could start all over again I would have done everything differently. But I can’t. Time is never made to go back, and maybe that’s the biggest hint to move forward. The first step of this journey starts with a personal mending of my own past.

I accept my story, my path. I celebrate my achievements, what I’ve become, and how far I have come. I remember my flaws and weaknesses. I recognise my mistakes and the moments I might have hurt those I love. Thus,I allow myself to be human and vulnerable.

I’m not perfect. No one ever expected this from me. I was always trying my best. The best version of myself. During this whole process, I still succeeded in being myself despite all those errors and failures.

And here starts my journey to kindness. I look at myself, in my own story , but from another perspective. This time, instead of thinking about what I would do differently if I could turn back time, I look at my past decisions and think “oh well, the silly I was”. As in the past, I wouldn’t have all the knowledge that I have now.

It’s true, I have many moments to regret. But without those, I wouldn’t be who I am now. And I am so proud of myself today.

When I was 10, I used to spend hours in bed, daydreaming, trying to picture what life would look like when I was the age I am now. I would imagine my routine, work, house, and how I would dress. And I was so attentive to details, I pictured  everything so perfectly, that one day I made a commitment to remember all of that. The goal was to get to this age and see how accurate I would be.

It’s easy to lose track in the madness of the current world. But I now have the opportunity to return to that little boy and say: you made it. And to tell all the many versions of me from which I tried to stay away from: I’m sorry. I’m also proud of you. I won’t hide you anymore. In fact, there is no way I would get to where I am without you. 

To be kind to the world, I started being kind to myself.