A Thought- Provoking Discussion

Here I sit, penning this letter to none other than my future self. Let me tell you, it was one heck of a ride. I mean, seriously, it was like diving into the deepest, most intense pool of existence. Metaphorically speaking, it felt like bidding farewell to an old version of myself – you know, the one I thought I knew so well. But hold up, rewind a bit, because my mind was doing somersaults. Oh yeah, and there was a whole ceremony surrounding it. Like, what kind of training did I sign up for, you ask? Well, my friend, welcome to the world of existential psychotherapy.

Imagine this: there I was, face-to-face with none other than the legendary Irvin Yalom himself. I guess you could say we finally met on the other side of sanity, if there even is such a thing. Ha! The letter I wrote was an epic masterpiece, let me tell you. I can still picture the scene vividly – perched on a terrace overlooking majestic mountains, penning my farewell to the old me.

Picture it: the crisp mountain air, the sun playing peekaboo through the clouds, and me, contemplating the meaning of life (as one does). It was our last day of training, and we were instructed to write this letter as if it were our final goodbye. Emotions were running high, words tumbling out faster than I could write them down. Tears? Oh yeah, they made an appearance, tracing warm paths down my cheeks.

But amidst the fear and uncertainty, something clicked. I felt a sense of clarity wash over me, like finally seeing through a fog that had clouded my vision for far too long. And in that moment, I made a promise to myself – a solemn vow to prioritize experiences that matter, to seek out genuine connections, and to not waste another precious second on anything or anyone unworthy of my time.

Meeting death and life head-on, simultaneously, on that fateful day was nothing short of an honor. It was a reminder that every moment is a gift, a chance to embrace the richness of existence and live with purpose. And let me tell you, future self, I intend to make every second count.