It is tragic to me that people go through day after day of their lives, maybe their whole lives, and never write one thing down. I don’t mean letters to others or lists of things to do–I mean things about themselves, about what they think, feel, wish, hope, dream, care about, don’t care about. Don’t they know that they are the first and last of a unique species of creature—themselves? No one will ever come again with their combination of personality and experience. No one will ever see the world quite like them, or be in it like them. We spend millions trying to find and catalogue as many separate species as possible, never noting the most unique and irreplaceable creature of all—one’s self.
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