He Took a Polaroid Every Day, Until the Day He Died
Stuff like this really gets to me, because I usually keep some form of a log or journal of some sort of my daily life. Sometimes it’s written, other times it’s a word document, other times still, it’s some sort of work log. Looking back at them is always interesting because you can see yourself through the hard times.
What you don’t often/necciarily think about is that these documents, if you let them, will live on past you. And as humans, who love stories, they will leave a story behind.
Every day is precious!
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