You can reinvent yourself, if you want to. It requires the audacity to unlearn the inertia you hold inside your head. These are your memories, and they are a lie we tell ourselves, a distortion of the past that’s warped by our inability to retain all information perfectly. It takes great effort and discipline, but once you detach yourself from these, you are free to wander the world anew and approach the world with a childlike wonder. All the snow is fresh powder. All the forests untouched and unbroken. And if you’re not a rush, you’ll find comfort wherever the days travels and travails leave you. With this in mind and the burden of memory released, you can become almost* anything if you have the courage to forget who you are.
The Slow Crawl to Somewhere
John Gorman
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Such beautiful writing. It speaks.

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