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It was my life — like all lives, mysterious and irrevocable and sacred. So very close, so very present, so very belonging to me. How wild it was, to let it be.
Cheryl Strayed
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Cheryl Strayed
Age: 56
Born: 1968
Born: September 17
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It seemed to me the way it must feel to people who cut themselves on purpose. Not pretty, but clean. Not good, but void of regret. I was trying to heal. Trying to get the bad out of my system so I could be good again. To cure me of myself.
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I'd walk and think about my entire life. I'd find my strength again, far from everything that had made my life ridiculous.
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All of us, as we mature and grow up - if we're doing life right - we evolve.
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Being so alone and so silent for so long gave me the opportunity to see how our brains actually work. I think of that so often in my regular life, as I'm always interacting with people or with my computer or phone.
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With fiction, it could be about anything. It just has to be good writing, like Maria Semple's Where'd You Go, Bernadette, which I read recently. I want to forget I have a book in my hand.
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He kissed me hard and I kissed him back harder, like it was the end of an era that had lasted all of my life.
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