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This is really inspiring. I feel the exact same way and share the same feelings about it as Hamilton. My friends always make fun of me or at least did because I never listened to music I just didn’t like it, but my best friend introduced me to Hamilton and now I listen to it literally every day, have learned all the words, and it’s my favorite thing to listen to. So Lin has honestly made the first music that I actually enjoy listening to. I really don’t think Lin would ever see this, but if he does and if any of you can make it possible for him to see this, I just wanted to say thank you Lin for making music, the only music, that I actually enjoy, that I love, and listen to everyday of my life with a passion. You have truly changed my life with your talent. Thank you.

Time for me is double-edged: Every day brings me further from the low of my last cancer relapse, but every day also brings me closer to the next cancer recurrence — and eventually, death. Perhaps later than I think, but certainly sooner than I desire. There are, I imagine, two responses to that realization. The most obvious might be an impulse to frantic activity: to “live life to its fullest,” to travel, to dine, to achieve a host of neglected ambitions. Part of the cruelty of cancer, though, is not only that it limits your time, it also limits your energy, vastly reducing the amount you can squeeze into a day. It is a tired hare who now races. But even if I had the energy, I prefer a more tortoiselike approach. I plod, I ponder, some days I simply persist.

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