I know of someone who writes a quarterly report of his life and emails it to 20 or so of his closest confidants at the start of every season. It’s thoroughly detailed, complete with spreadsheets and photos.

I’ve never been much of a poetry reader - I find myself too insecure to dive into what I know is a wealth of beauty and wisdom. Strangely, the ambiguity of Emily Dickinson’s poetry gives me confidence to read it. She packs each line with multiple meanings, often contradictory meanings, and most of them tackle the concepts of God and the afterlife, two of the most ambiguous and strange topics I’ve had the pleasure of thinking about.