I often question, as I recall personal events that once seemed important but that have faded from memory, my ability to have perspective. Sometimes, I take this to the extreme, and wonder what I will value in my final moments. Where does one learn perspective? Is it taught by family and friends? Or in school or other communities? Does life guide us, as we invariably and increasingly witness evidence of our mortality, toward deeper and wiser perspective?
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