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But you are not your bank account, or your ambition. You're not the cold clay lump you leave behind when you die. You're not your collection of walking personality disorders. You are Spirit, you are love, and even though it is hard to believe sometimes, you are free. You're here to love, and be loved, freely. If you find out next week that you are terminally ill - and we're all terminally ill on this bus - what will matter are memories of beauty, that people loved you, and that you loved them.
by Anne Lamott
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In her book "Plan B: Further Thoughts on Faith," Anne Lamott emphasizes the idea that our true identity transcends material possessions, ambitions, and even our physical existence. She reminds us that we are not simply defined by our bank account or our personality quirks, but by the essence of our spirit and our capacity to love. This perspective encourages us to recognize our freedom and the importance of authentic connections in life.

Lamott poignantly invites us to reflect on our mortality, suggesting that what truly matters are the meaningful memories we create and the love we share with others. If faced with life’s fragility, what will linger are the relationships we cherish and the beauty we experienced. Ultimately, she urges us to live fully in love and connection, reminding us of our shared humanity in the face of life's impermanence.

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