There’s a peculiar modern delusion that people who change their views with age are somehow weak or unprincipled. The opposite is true. I’ve yet to meet a single person who remained identical to their youthful self, and thank God for that. Youth mistakes novelty for wisdom and rebellion for insight.

The arc bends predictably. We start convinced we’ve transcended the accumulated knowledge of centuries, only to discover through hard experience that traditional wisdom wasn’t oppression but pattern recognition across generations.

Life has a way of stripping away the pretense that we’re self sufficient architects of meaning. The things I once dismissed as outdated turned out to be foundations, not prisons. That’s not regression. It’s finally having enough data points to recognize the pattern.

If you’re on a similar journey, you’re not alone. The path back isn’t weakness. It’s wisdom finally catching up to experience. The real question isn’t why people change, but why we ever expected them not to.