Time is not a road - it is a room.
We all want things we can't have. Being a decent human being is accepting that.
There are only two races on this planet - the intelligent and the stupid.
One degrades oneself sometimes in the effort not to be lonely.
The diary will really try and tell people who you are and what you were. The alternative is writing nothing, or creating a totally lifeless, as it is leafless, garden.
Evolution did not intend trees to grow singly. Far more than ourselves they are social creatures, and no more natural as isolated specimens than man is as a marooned sailor or hermit.