A beautiful, touching post about holding on to what is important, and letting the rest just fall away.

I’ve always been a collector. I love photographs. I compulsively capture links to sites I visit, in case they might be lost forever. I fill up my Instapaper account with articles I will never have the time to read. The thought of clicking “Mark all as read” when I am deeply in debt to my RSS reader gives me anxiety. What if I miss something?

So I click, I scroll, I link, I “like”. I skim over an endless sea of other people’s lives, rarely diving deep enough to find the treasure.

We stare into lenses and lie, if only a little, so that the record shows we were there, enjoying or not enjoying ourselves, in precisely the way we’d prefer it.

Writing is like driving at night in the fog. You can only see as far as your headlights, but you can make the whole trip that way.