Memories are made of These

My Human Condition - (life seems meaningless)

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Most of the time during my childhood life seemed meaningless because of our family's living condition. In the darkest hour of my misery i used to tell myself, "What is the point of living or am I already dying even in this moment ?" I tried to get close to others, but often felt cut off. After all these years i still ask myself, "How can I live a happy, productive life at peace with myself and others? "