There is a ques­tion I have been ask­ing myself for a long time: are the past me, the present me and the future me the same per­son? Some­how, I don’t think so.

In the past — I knew some things, I was some­one, I behaved in cer­tain ways, had some spe­cific tastes. Now, my tastes have changed, I know more and have for­got­ten much, behave and live dif­fer­ently. In the future, every­thing will have changed again. Phys­i­cally too there are/will be many differences.

So is there any­thing to say that I am the same per­son? Apart from retain­ing mate­r­ial things, my name and rela­tion­ships I seem to be chang­ing completely!

Per­haps that is why we –spe­cially me– are able to pro­cras­ti­nate so eas­ily. The work we leave for the future is for some­one else and not me right now. That paper that is due tomor­row and has been drag­ging on for a week was left for me to do by a com­plete stranger (who is/was a @#$%^) who did not care for me at all.

The cigarettes/drinks some­one con­sumes are health prob­lems for some stranger in the future. The exer­cise I don’t so today is an obe­sity prob­lem for some­one in the future; not for me. The aches, pains and prob­lems will be reserved for him. I will be com­pletely free because I will cease to exist in the next moment!

Fol­low­ing this line of rea­son­ing, the me in the past is the cause of all my prob­lems (that #$%^@) and I am going to dump almost all of those on the future me (and add some more of my own). Who will have to face them at one time or the other.

Is this life? Rec­ti­fy­ing the some­one else’s mis­takes and com­mit­ting some more for another to solve?

Prob­a­bly.