A lyric is telling me not to embrace the past. Someone wrote in their journal that the past is in the past for a reason.
I've approached life with the idea that the more experiences I have, the better person I'll be. I assume that others see me in this light as well, and imagine me worthless because I don't have the same experiences. This proves disastrous, since I spend most of my time with people significantly older than I am. I begin putting myself down because I haven't done nearly as much in my life than I feel like I should have at this age, and I lose confidence in the things I finally experience.
But does it really make as big a difference as I think it does? Some experiences aren't worth even having, and I'll get to the important ones eventually. I've grown a lot in the past two years, and accomplished a lot more than I imagined, so there really isn't a reason I should be kicking myself down because my life isn't as exciting as others'.
I call bullshit.
The trick, now, is convincing my subconscious mind that it's full of shit.