Another Me.
There are days, weeks even, where I dive into a culture and become so fascinated with the people, the language (or dialect). I get to the point where I wish I had been born in that country (sometimes in a different era).
Many cultures fascinate me. However, I’ve come to the conclusion that I would take the culture I was hypothetically born in for granted, and would not appreciate it.
In the end, it’s bittersweet in a way, that I was born where I was born, so that I may appreciate all of the cultures the world has to offer.
Perhaps I should appreciate where I am now.
Now there’s a thought.
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