I make my own personal history every day. What I eat. What I wear. Who I see. What I say. What I don't say. Who I lust after. Who I adore. What I hear unexpectedly.
Once I've recorded a day into my mental history book, I can go back to it whenever I choose through memory.
But I can only live it once.
The living of it is what I'm here to do. The remembering of it is a diversion -- pleasant though it may be.
It isn't the personal history I make. It's the making of the personal history.
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