At the start of the holiday break, I made a plan to read and reedit all of my old blog posts. I was laughing at the sheer stupidity of some ideas and weird sounding sentences which don't really make any sense now. After editing a few of them, I suddenly realised that what I did was basically erasing my own history and super-imposing it with a fabricated story of my current self. Things were very different back then, and I was so different. The posts were meant to convey things and thoughts of my past selves, I've got no right to easily change them as I readily wish. My past selves are long gone with the time, but they're still living inside my history.
Whatever bad or good things that happened in the past, I shouldn't have crossed them out of my life. They are the markings of my progress, something that I can look back and see how much I've grown & changed over the years. In developing a better inner self, I must first admit and accept all of my defects and imperfections, and slowly from there I shall walk the talk.