From Childhood to Present

Sometimes, it feels like my mind is showing me a pop-up book, replaying stories from my past. I imagine people who had tough lives now enjoying great futures—driving nice cars, having happy families. And I see myself in the background, thinking, 'I helped make that happen.' It's like watching a story where my actions mattered. But then I wonder, how much of this is real and how much is just my imagination looking for validation?