Life.
It’s that time of year, when I make physical copies of all my data, as a worst-case backup. It’s somewhat eerie to think my entire life, in essence, is stored on those 7 discs. In that ~50 GiB is my entire world.
But is it?
My marriage may be documented on those discs, but it isn’t in them. My family, my friends, my work, the same. Those discs just hold relics—reminders, perhaps. As important as they may be, they aren’t important at all.
Sometimes it’s easy to forget that.

