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Dear Sparrow,
As a medium, I've been blessed to be able to hear stories from different kinds of beings over time, but this grew into a unique problem.
From being able to speak to other intelligent beings that aren't human, I found a strange sadness in being human. How limited we are compared to other beings. How much we have to learn. How my own belief of our species being the most intelligent and advanced known on Earth has been broken.
To be honest, I liked feeling that humanity was unique, special and superior to all. But I was humbled to discover that we were not, and just a small dot in a larger galaxy, and how that was just part of my ego finding ways to make me feel secure.
I'm having an existential crisis about this. I miss the vague memories of having lived on other planets more advanced before - not just in technology, but also in love and spirituality, and I wonder what's the point of being human then?
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