After just reading Cillic's latest entry I am seriously considering destroying the memoirs I have written rather than sharing them. I guess we can't help but think were was I when things were that bad for you?
And is anyone really interested in my past? What could it possibly mean to anyone else, except for sharing the lessons I've learned? And I'm not so sure we can learn from other people's experience. Most of the meaningful lessons we need to learn from our own experience, the hard way. Maybe the best we can do is share notes which might help a little on the final exam.
I love to read biographies because I feel I get to know someone interesting that I wouldn't have known otherwise. So the value of a memoir was, I gues, is in letting others know the you that you have hidden. Maybe that's not a good idea!
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hrm. are you saying i shouldn't have made that post?
No, I would never tell you what to do...it just put me on the other side looking at something I was doing and gave me pause to think about it.
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