madnessbrains

When a person is born, he is necessarily accompanied by someone's death, these are essentially the patterns in which we live. So it was with me, under my birth there was the personification of the death of my great-grandmother. I can't say that I somehow regretted it, but nevertheless, death always meant sadness and sadness. This was followed by carefree days of infancy and naivety, but about 7 years after an empty pastime, with matured socialization skills, I tasted the death of my father, apparently it was then that I began to understand the denial of my own prejudice, my consciousness began to identify into some components, something like a second self.