It would be very hard to think I am over there, and can I go meet me, and is that me better than this me? Can I learn from the other me? Has the other me made the same mistakes I’ve made? Or can I sit down and have a conversation with me? Wouldn’t that be an interesting thing?

The truth is that we do that all day long, everyday. People don’t admit and they don’t think about it too much, but they do. Everyday they’re talking in their own head, what’s he doing? Why’d he do that? What did she think? Did I say the right thing?

Love this man.

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Think about your life. Think about the greatest thing you have ever done, and thing about the worst thing you have ever done. Try to remember what motivated you to do the former, and try to remember what motivated you to do the latter. How similar are these two motives?

Lost opportunities, lost possibilities, feelings we can never get back. That’s part of what it means to be alive. But inside our heads - at least that’s where I imagine it - there’s a little room where we store those memories. A room like the stacks in this library. And to understand the workings of our own heart we have to keep on making new reference cards. We have to dust things off every once in awhile, let in fresh air, change the water in the flower vases. In other words, you’ll live forever in your own private library.