I began my life by loving my parents, my sister, my grandfather, many cats and cows, and a piece of land.
I married a mysterious and intelligent man and became the mother of two mysterious and intelligent boys.
I read books and I played the violin.
I wrote five books and managed to publish three of them.
I made a few dear friends, and only one of them has died.
I never came close to starving.
Nonetheless, I joined the ranks of the melancholy.
I suppose you, too, have also joined those ranks.
I suspect we all have.