This reminds me of something I recently read of Nietzsche:

“It has gradually become clear to me what every great philosophy up till now has consisted of – namely, the confession of its originator, and a species of involuntary and unconscious autobiography; and moreover that the morel (or immoral) purpose in every philosophy has constituted the true vital germ out of which the entire plant has always grown.”

Which gives rise to the question; what sort of garden do you want to grow? Or alternatively, what sort of people do you want to know?

Perhaps the greatest gift that we can give to each other is a greater understanding of ourselves.