It’s not about how much you know, but how much more you’re able to learn. Ever since I started rebuilding my life three years ago, I made it a habit to constantly write down the things I didn’t know in a notebook.
After our breakup, I’d often glance back at old photos, read our messages and reminisce about all the good times we had.
It obviously didn’t help with my situation, but it was strangely one of the few things that actually gave me comfort. Despite the pain, it felt familiar, in a good way — like rewatching your favorite cartoon shows as a kid and I couldn’t help but continue holding onto the past.