You know the feeling. You’re enjoying your everyday life - the ups, the downs, the things you’ve accepted into your daily, weekly, and monthly routine - when it suddenly dawns on you. Your catalyst could be a movie, a song, maybe a smell. Hell, it could be anything. Regardless, you feel transported back in time to a life you once knew so well, a life that used to be yours. In a split-second, your greatest and most despised memories flash past your consciousness, with the rest trailing close behind them. Your mind instinctively compares your past with your current self: “Did I make it?” “Did it work?” “What could I have done better?” Inevitably, you arrive at the final question: “What now?” You ponder from anywhere between a millisecond to an entire lifetime, and finally resolve that this moment, this place, is where you’re supposed to be. You benefitted from your successes, suffered from your failures, and been blessed and cursed by luck so that you ended up here, in the present. After embodying your former life so closely, the present feels alien, foreign, and strange. However, soon enough, something rips you forward again. A phone call from a friend, a raging boss, a new facebook post, dem chicas, hell, anything. You answer your summoning and continue your life as if nothing happened. Maybe you’ll remember it, maybe you won’t, it doesn’t really matter. For a moment though, you shamelessly addressed, assessed, and advised yourself, and whether you realized it or not, you grew as a person.