You are born.
[[live |3 years old]]
[[suicide|funeral]]
People cry. Mourning. Your friends, your relatives, your family members are her. You cannot move. You are stuck. You are burned.
[[back to life|Start]]
[[officially dead|eternal]]
You are at school.The nice thing about you is that if someone met you casaually and talked to you they would have thought that you aew a perfectly normal five-and-a-half-year-old child. You displayed almost no signs of your brilliance and you never show off. "This is a very sensible and quiet little girl." They would have said to themselves.
[[continue to live|8 years old]]
[[suicide|funeral]]
Everyone has a first memory, but the average age that those first memories begin isn't until 3- and 1/2-years-old. A new theory explains just why that may be so.
"Every one of us has a personal 'beginning of time,' the first events we recall from our lives," Nautilus magazine explains.
Your first memory is that when you are in your mum's arm, your mum starts aruging with your dad. Your mum is being distrcted. You fall onto the bed. Painful.
[[continue to live|7 years old]]
[[sucicide|funeral]]
"I don't want to know what it's about," your dad barked. "I'm fed up with your reading anyway, Go and find yourself something usefu to do." With frightening suddenness he now began ripping the pages out of the book in handfuls and throwing them in the waste-paper basket.
[[contiune to live| 9 years old]]
[[suicide|funeral]]
your parents divourced.
[[Continue to live| 10 years old]]
[[death|funeral]]
You are passionate and you have dreams. You live with your mum and are allowed to visit your dad once a month.
When you are 14 you met RAM and your teacher, who led you back to the road you are destined to travel. And as he introduced to you to his beliefs, you went back to studying alchemy on your own.
[[Continue to live|15 years old]]
[[Suicide|funeral]]
You met a girl. She is pretty. You fall in love her deeply.
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[[Continue to live|20 years old]]
[[Suicide|funeral]]
You discover that alchomy is not your favourite. You start writing poems and stories. In the college, you find your favourite professor, and introduce him to your parents. He is a small man who takes small steps, as if a strong wind could, at any time, whisk him up into the clouds.
[[Continue to live| 28 years old]]
[[Suicide|funeral]]
Here comes to the livers, full of joy and mirth.
Joy, gentle friends! Joy, and fresh days of love
Accompany your hearts!
[[Continue to live|38 years old]]
[[Suicide|funeral]]
You have got a letter on the table. It reads:
"Before you condemn me utterly, I beg you to understand just how hard I'd been trying to be a good mother. But trying to be a good mother maybe as distant from being a good mother as trying to have a good time is from trulying haveing one."
[[Continue to live|46 years old]]
[[Suicide|funeral]]
You are at work from seven to four, your wife from four to midnight. If she were to miss breakfast with you, the only time you two would actually talk together is on Sundays.
[[Continue to live|50 years old]]
[[Suicide|funeral]]
Your child do not behave well at school. Your wife do not even want to talk to you. You bear the most responsibility of what your son did. She always screams.
You retain the attitudes of sadness and suffering, but you had ceased to feed your sting. Indeed, to you, this precisely is the most disheartening thing: that the habit of despair is worse than despair itself.
[[Continue to live|60 years old]]
[[Suicide|funeral]]
Your son graduated. He kisses you and your wife in the ceremony.
[[Continue to live|65 years old]]
[[Suicide|funeral]]
Your wife is dead.
[[Continue to live|70 years old]]
[[Suicide|funeral]]
You retired finally. YOu always stay at home and missing your wife. Unhappiness did not swoop down on you, this was no surprise attack: more of a graual infiltration, it insinuate itself almost ingratiatingly. It meticulously impregnate your life, your movements, the hours you keep, your room, like a long-obscured truth, or something that was staring you in the face but which you refused to recognize.
[[Continue to live|75 years old]]
[[Suicide|funeral]]
You found a new hobby- fishing. But the result is not satisfactory. You fish alone in a skiff and you had gone eighty-four days now without taking a fish. In the first forty days a boy had been with you. But after forty days without a fish the boy's parents had told him that the old man was now definitely and finally salao.
[[Continue to live| 80 years old]]
[[Suicide|funeral]]
Your grandson is born. He looks cute. But at the sae time, you have got cancer.
[[Continue to live| 82 years old]]
[[Suicide|funeral]]
You have got killed by cancer cells. Your son and grandsons stay with you until the last moment, so as the picture of your wife.
[[death|funeral]]
This life, as you live it now and have ived it, you will have to live again and again, times without number; and there will be nothing new in it, but every pain and every joy and every thought and sigh and all the unspeakably small and great in your life must return to you, and evrything in the same series and sequence.
[[return|Start]]