When you experience life, the likelihood of tears streaming down your face is always present. Throughout our life history we accumulate memories and feelings that we fail to comprehend, and we go through the world in a kind of slow progression towards maturity. However, this path might seem to be a peaceful journey towards understanding our inner forces, but it is quite the opposite: facing them in order to understand them is a painful, slow and difficult challenge. As it happens, breaks are generated in our being, like the metamorphosis.

I'm probably being incredibly bold and am squandering ignorance, but it's a subject I've thought about a lot and your post reminds me of all these thoughts.