La posesión de la vida

We come to the world as a ruled paper on which to capture a melody: ours. Others will take part in it, especially at the beginning, but there will come a time when we will also add phrases to the music, always problematic, of our life structure. Sometimes the influence of others and personal mistakes will suffocate our identity, preventing us from having a life of our own. The pain ration will be much higher than the pleasure ration. How we have shaped our being is going to depend on that excessive dose of suffering. Many living beings never conquer a dignified and reasonably happy life. Life is a very difficult art, but what art is not?