He had a flattering view of me as someone interesting, capable, witty, smart, high-spirited. I did not share that view of myself, and wondered why he held it. But it was the death of that girl—the one who lived in his head—that I mourned when he died.
When you understand this concept here the importance of knowing who you are will certainly carry more weight for you…and even your shortcomings will make more sense
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