Imagining who I would have been if I had not been born in this era is meaningless.
And yet, if I deliberately allow myself that meaningless thought, I feel that I chose a good timing.
I have benefited greatly from the development of technology.
The fact that I am writing this now is itself part of that.
If I had been born in a different time, would I have lived well?
Perhaps I would have managed well enough.
Perhaps I would not have.
With only paper and pen, would I have done what I could?
Would I have played the cards I was given as well as possible?
No. I should stop.
I am trying to find meaning in the meaninglessness of this imagining.
I should stop that.
Perhaps I am simply catching a cold.