Some of my clearest moments have come while walking through old cemeteries.
Standing among the weathered stones, I often think about how every person buried there once lived fully inside their own moment, just as I am living in mine right now. They had ordinary days, small worries, and quiet joys. Most of them had no idea they were becoming history.
That thought stayed with me for a long time. It eventually led me to moments when my own thinking would push even further.
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In college when I was feeling so alone, I would often go sit in the cemetery and sit on a bench and try and imagine what the wisdom held there would advise. It was comforting, like having a one-sided conversation in my head with grandparents I didn't have.
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