Or perhaps the ability to remember anything. I think we underestimate the power of memory and forget how lucky we are to have our memories. They really do drive me and I’m always searching for different ways to access them. When I recall something very far from who/where I am now, it’s like finding a secret stash of reassurance I’ve hidden away from myself.
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