We have lived many lives. Even in this one, we have lived plenty. We are not the people today that we will be tomorrow, and we sure aren’t the same people as we were yesterday. And we probably wouldn’t want to be.
I don’t know about you, but I don’t even recognise the people I used to be, yet I have been them in my nine lives I have had this time around. I wouldn’t want to be them, I don’t even like most of them, and I am not sure I understand them.
And none of…