In seven years, we’ll all be dead.
Well, mostly. Almost every cell alive in our bodies right now will have died and been replaced. We’ll bear a good resemblance to ourself, but the flesh-and-blood person reading this will be gone.
We’re all becoming a new person all the time, whether we like it or not. Passing the baton forward to our future selves. The only things we take with us are the habits and thoughts that we’re choosing to hold on to.
You’re not a fixed point. Seven years from now you’ll have died along the way. A fresh start. Who do you want to be standing there instead? And will they thank you for the life you’ve prepared for them?