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I mostly prefer experiencing life with someone else, while others mostly prefer experiencing life alone. 
Recently, I had my first experience with rock balancing.  I was alone, and so I took a picture and sent it to a friend.  Not having someone with me made the experience somehow less real.  Only by sharing the experience could I truly enjoy it.

Others better reflect upon things privately, perhaps through journaling, mediation, or art.  For these people, the presence of another person only distracts from their ability to reflect and so fully realize the experience.

There is no right way but to live in harmony with one's self.



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