Attempting to make sense of the past is little more than fodder for the creation of fiction. That is, we make stuff up about why things happened as they did and the great lessons, learnings, and insights they led to. We say things like “the past made me what I am today,” even though what YOU are is not fiction, nor are you the accumulation of any experiences whatsoever. Do you see?
Files in the file cabinet do not make a file cabinet. Remove the files, and the file cabinet still is a file cabinet. It just is, as are YOU, and nothing you hold on to or make up about what’s in the files (cabinet), or what you think you have learned from them, will alter the reality of you being YOU without history, meaning, or purpose. “Now” is rich with the fullness of emptiness, and it beckons you to fill it with mystery, unfettered by memory. No fiction could enrich you more.
Your World, Intuitively