A baby in the cradle, a toddler crawling on the floor, a kid in a kindergarten, a student, a teacher, a father... Same body, different times.
Do we stay the same person?
Would I today shake hands with me in my terrible teens? Would I today despise myself in my terrible teens? Laugh at myself at my terrible teens?
Heraclitus said "You can't step into the same river twice." It is different water, it is different time, it is different me.
And whether I would or would not have shaken hands with me in my terrible teen, is not important. What important is whether I in my terrible teens would want to shake hands with me today. Would I in my terrible teens see myself today as someone worth shaking hands with?
Would I in my terrible teens feel ashamed or proud for what I have become...
You do not know what you would see in the mirror of time
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