sanieโน๏ธโค๏ธโ๐ฉน๐ซณ๐ป
โฐ๏ธ i really worked hard. for 8 years, i tried a lot of things, made an effort, and i really did do a lot. i tried various things too, sometimes i tried things that were really excessive, and i also tried toning things down. looking at it now, honestly, there are things that make me think, โwhy did i go that far?โ but somehow, iโm not embarrassed by them. because even back then, i really did my bestโฆ i really did my best. so i canโt feel ashamed of myself back then or say harsh/unkind things to myself back then. because back then, i was a kid who really wanted to succeed and worked hard however i could. i think there were a lot of things i was inexperienced in, a lot of ways i was young, and my way of thinking itself probably wasnโt mature either. but because i know that the me from back then really did his best, i feel like i donโt want to say things to him (my past self) that iโd feel sorry about? of course, there are things i feel couldโve been better. of course, if i looked at it from a third-person perspective, i think i might wonder, โwhy is he working this hard? why does he have to go this far? why is he doing that much?โ but i feel like i donโt want to say those kinds of things to myself? because back then, i really worked myself to death. and i think thatโs why the me i am now can exist. because i tried all sorts of things, i built up this โbig data,โ so i know what i should do and what i shouldnโt do. no one is perfect, so by condensing all of those things together, the conclusion is that the me i am today exists. i think thatโs really nice. everyone is immature, after all.
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