Warning: I decided it was time to write a short summary of my sad life and suffering in a single series of entries, the only expected result is a very dark collection of painful stories. You’re strongly discouraged from reading this.
This entry is about the most important years of my early life. It’s about the places and people who influenced my first 7 years of my childhood and consequently my whole life. They’re probably the author of a substantial part from who I am today. Continue reading →
Rachel Dawes: Wait! You could die. At least tell me your name.
Bruce Wayne: …It’s not who I am underneath… but what I *do*… that defines me.
~ Batman begins (film) 2005
While the answer to the question of who one really is might differ over time (for example I used to be a totally different person only 2 years ago), the answers to the questions about one’s origins will always be the same. It’s true that our origins gravely affect our identity, but most of what’s left of them is merely memories in our minds. And as we go through life, more memories and knowledge accumulate which may make us make sense of our previous memories and selves in very unprecedented ways.