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My past made me who I am today

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“I regret nothing in my life even if my past was full of hurt, I still look back and smile, because it made me who I am today.”

Let go of regret. It is nothing more than a scar. You’ve grown on your path. Honor your past and embrace your journey. You are exactly where you need to be. Relax and breathe. Stay present, understanding that you did the best you could at the time, and you’ll do your best in the future. Reliving past pain again and again, or chronically worrying about the future, do not help you accomplish anything. A self-imposed philosophy of perfection can overwhelm you. There is no contest to win and no race to finish. Simply love yourself and do your best, and you will avoid self-judgment, self-abuse, and regret. ~ Creig Crippen
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