Born at 60 | Introspection
My dad was an abusive father. In the sense that he hit the children. He hit them for petty reasons, like not drinking his cup of milk in a bar because it’s too hot. Well, especially me, of the three…
My dad was an abusive father. In the sense that he hit the children. He hit them for petty reasons, like not drinking his cup of milk in a bar because it’s too hot. Well, especially me, of the three…
The challenge is to answer the question “who am I? » in the privacy of my thoughts. When in the silence of my thoughts, completely hidden from the world, I lead debates or reflections with myself, who is this talking me?
Exist as an entity: the hardest act of rebellion I know Read More »