At my other blog, if you’re so inclined:
Our lives are vast, whether we live to eight or 80. Just consider the tens of thousands of moments that comprise your life until now—the thoughts, decisions, feelings, relationships and experiences that have inhabited your space in time. You are all of these and simultaneously more than them. Whether or not those moments were mundane or superlative doesn’t matter. Trying to comprehend the scope of your existence, inner and outer, is impossible. It doesn’t matter who you are or what technology you have strapped to your body. There’s no way to catalog the fullness of your life. There’s no way to capture the essence of an emotion, the feeling of a place, or the connection between lovers as objective data. And that’s just for example. The list could go on and on.