Young Igor swallowed. “What if I fail again?”
“Hey, 24-year-old me. It’s Igor. Older4me Igor.” Older4me Igor
Igor was stuck.
“You don’t need motivation. You need direction . Stop asking ‘Why me?’ Start asking ‘What is this teaching me?’ The guy who gets up at 6 a.m. tomorrow and applies to one different job — that’s me. That’s you. We’re the same person, just… further down the road. And I’m telling you: The road gets better. But only if you keep walking.” Young Igor swallowed
The screen filled with a man in his late twenties. Same tired eyes, but calmer. A small scar near his eyebrow. He wore a plain sweater, not a suit. He smiled. not a suit. He smiled.