sometimes i wonder which version of me people remember

I think one of the strangest parts of growing older is realizing that different people carry different versions of you in their mind. To some, you are still the person you used to be years ago. To others, you are only a brief memory from a chapter they no longer revisit. And there are people who once knew everything about you who now know nothing about your life at all. It is strange to think about. How we continue changing quietly while old versions of us remain alive inside other people’s memories. Maybe this is why the past feels difficult to let go of sometimes. Not because we want to return to it, but because parts of ourselves were left there too. And perhaps peace comes from accepting that we cannot control how we are remembered. We can only continue becoming who we are now.