I miss the person I used to be

I miss the person I used to be

I miss the person I used to be. It's a feeling that creeps up on me when I least expect it, a wave of nostalgia for a time when things seemed simpler, when I felt more carefree and alive. The person I used to be was full of hope and dreams, with a sense of wonder and excitement about the world. I was fearless, ready to take on any challenge that came my way.

But as time has passed, I've changed. Life has a way of shaping us, molding us into different versions of ourselves. Responsibilities have piled up, expectations have grown, and the weight of the world seems heavier on my shoulders. The person I used to be feels like a distant memory, a ghost of my past self that I can't quite reach.

I miss the person I used to be because they were unburdened by the worries and stresses that weigh me down now. They were free to explore, to dream, to create without fear of failure or judgment. They were full of passion and energy, eager to make their mark on the world.

I miss the person I used to be because they were more open, more vulnerable, more willing to take risks. They weren't afraid to put themselves out there, to try new things, to make mistakes. They embraced life with a sense of wonder and curiosity that I sometimes feel I've lost.

But even as I long for the person I used to be, I know that I can never go back. Time moves forward, and we must move with it. The person I used to be is a part of me, a foundation on which I've built the person I am today. I may miss them, but I also know that I am stronger, wiser, and more resilient because of the journey I've been on.

So while I miss the person I used to be, I also embrace the person I am now. They are not separate entities, but different chapters in the same story. And as I look back with fondness on the person I used to be, I also look forward with hope and excitement for the person I am becoming.