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I’m currently reading The contaminated cupA fantastic detective novel.
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Think that “Sherlock Holmes takes place in Westeros”.
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The main character has this increase which allows him to absorb each detail of each interaction, crime scene, then to recite these exact details on a later date.
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I remember a horrible Black mirror Episode about this thing: to be able to recall each fact of each interaction in the past.
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Here is the thing: in all these scenarios, the facts could be true, but the analysis of these facts still leaves a lot of room for improvement.
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I thought about it very recently when I came across two stories that I want to share:
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“”The past is not true”Derek sivers:
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When I was 17, I was barely driving and I crashed into a car coming in the opposite direction. I discovered that I had broken the vertebral column of the other driver and that she would never walk again.
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I carried this burden with me everywhere and I felt so horrible on this subject for so many years in 35 years, I decided to find this woman to apologize. I found her name and address, I went to her house, I hit the door and a middle -aged woman answered. As soon as I said: “I am the teenager who struck your car eighteen years ago and broke the spine”, I started to sob – a big ugly cry, surfaceing years of regret.
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She was so sweet and hugged me saying: “Oh my darling, darling!” Don’t worry. I’m fine! “Then she entered her living room. Market.
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It turns out that I had misunderstood.
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Yes, she fractured a few vertebrae but that never prevented her from walking. She said “this little accident” helped her pay more attention to her physical form, and since then she has been healthier than ever.
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SO She apologized For having caused the accident in the first place. Excused.
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And this History on “The Good Ole Days” of the author Morgan Housel:
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A few months ago, I remembered my wife how much [life was in our early 20s]. We were 23 years old, employees, living in our version of the Taj Mahal. It was before the children, so we slept until 10 a.m. on weekends, we walked, we made brunch, took a nap and came out dinner. It was our life. For years.
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“It was a good life, as good as possible,” I told him.
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“What are you talking about?” She said. “You were more anxious, frightened and probably depressed at that time that you have never been.”
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… In my head, today I look back and I think: “I had to be so happy then. These are my best years.
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But in reality, at the time, I said to myself: “I can’t wait for these years to end.”
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It makes me think a lot about the past and our future. It turns out that one nor the other is not in stone!
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What story spent can you rewrite?
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As the shot does, it is easier to connect the points by looking back than it awaits it.
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Is there a story of your past at a particular moment that you always wear with you?
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Maybe it’s full of shame of something that happened, but it has led to something even better for you.
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Perhaps it is the desire for a past life that never really existed.
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The past has already happened, but that does not mean that it is located in stone!
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Return to Sivers:
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“You can change your story.
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Real factual events are such a small part. Everything else is the perspective, open for reinterpretation.
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The past is never done.
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I would love to know which story you tell yourself about the past, good or bad, that you decide to rewrite?
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-Teve
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