Hannah Brencher. If you find this letter ... How I found the meaning of life by writing hundreds of letters to strangers (№ 455919)

I wanted to be important. There was such a painful thing in me that craved recognition, love, adoration and admiration for what was made by my own hands. Such a feeling may start out small and innocent, but over time leaves ugly stains on the heart. The fuel will run out. Plans are sour. And you'll burn out quickly trying to build a temple for self-importance.