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  • I’m trying to remember where I came from.
    I’m trying to remember who I was.
    I’m trying to remember what was fiction.
    I’m trying to remember what was truth.

    I’m trying to imagine the future.
    I'm trying to anticipate who I will become.
    I’m trying to visualize what might come next.
    I’m trying to understand what that all means.

    Sometimes it feels as though the only truth is the present.

    I only know who I am.

    I only know what is now.

    The magnitude of life’s million billion moments, the ones that have passed and the ones that will come, is too vast to comprehend.

    The process of remembering,
    of recreating,
    of imagining,
    of anticipating,
    sometimes
    feels
    like
    vertigo.

    I must remind myself to stop, to look around, to record – to stay present and aware.

    Because then, like today, in this moment now, it becomes so clear.

    Life is beautiful and I mustn't be afraid.
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