When I was in my early teens, I remember coming to the conclusion that your life never ends.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
My whole life sort of ended when my mom died.
When you are in your teenage years you are consciously experiencing everything for the first time, so adolescent stories are all beginnings. There are never any endings.
If you think about stuff that happened when you were young, it stays with you forever.
I am in an adolescence in reverse, as mysterious as the first, except that this time I feel it as a decay of the odds that I might live for a while, that I can sleep it off.
The thing to remember about being young is you eventually get old.
My childhood was endless - from eight to 18 felt like hundreds of years.
At seventeen, I knew the end of a dream... I would never be a schoolboy again.
I used to believe I was going to live forever. And then you suddenly become aware that you're not.
I'm very comfortable with the nature of life and death, and that we come to an end. What's most difficult to imagine is that those dreams and early yearnings and desires of childhood and adolescence will also disappear. But who knows? Maybe you become part of the eternal whatever.
When my parents died, it became clear to me that there was an end in sight. Death was never a real thing to me. And then when that happened I realized I only have so many years left, if I'm lucky.