It’s not news that humans are flawed when predicating what that will make our future-selves happy. Evolution hasn’t caught up yet. We still (in action) opt for the instant gratification, over-valuing the now, and fixate (in thought) on the future/past, undervaluing the current moment. Writing exercises our ability to predict the future and process the present. What writer, on their deathbed, thought “I wish I’d written less?” Yes, writing is hard, it dredges up the muck of self-deception and suppression. But unearthing our personal filth creates depth. Write. Your future self will thank you.