On the one hand, I would tell my younger self that she should stop listening to anyone who wanted to smack her down, that she was smart enough, resourceful and hardworking enough, pretty terrific in general. On the other hand, I would have to break the bad news: that she knew nothing, really, about anything that mattered. Nothing at all. Not a clue.
Nevertheless there is some sense — easier to feel than to state — in which time is an unimportant and superficial characteristic of reality. Past and future must be acknowledged to be as real as the present, and a certain emancipation from slavery to time is essential to philosophic thought.
Everything I do is for my children, my grandchildren and my grandchildren’s grandchildren. I feel that if I didn’t do something about what’s happening to Indigenous people in Canada, if I didn’t share my story, there would be nobody left in my family to fix it, to make it better. And it’s not just me that’s fixing it. I’m trying to build a community with non-Indigenous people and Indigenous people so we can continue this work together.
Whoever wishes to see the world truly, to rise in thought above the tyranny of practical desires, must learn to overcome the difference of attitude towards past and future, and to survey the whole stream of time in one comprehensive vision.