Such is life and life is such and after all it isn't much. First a cradle. Then a hearse. It might have been better, but it could have been worse.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
Life is hard. Not great. Kind of tragic.
Sickness, insanity and death were the angels that surrounded my cradle and they have followed me throughout my life.
We all had lots of stories of our sad experiences - they mourned the death of my wife with me - but we were hopeful that the children would return.
My father's life was so decimated by his earliest experiences. His mother died when he was 7 years old, which he always said was the worst experience in his life. When he was 8, his father disappeared and he was on his own from the age of 8.
My life could have been so grim... really, really grim.
We were poor, my mother and I, living in a world of doom and gloom, pessimism and bitterness, where storms raged and wolves scratched at the door.
It's true: I don't remember what life was like before parenthood.
But even though all this was going on at home, if someone had tried to take me away and put me in a children's home, I couldn't have handled it. Even though my mother was very brutal, it was my home.
It was no wonder that people were so horrible when they started life as children.
Life is hard and it gets worse and worse and worse.