As a child, I had a very narrow understanding of what exactly life was. At the age of seven, I was horrified after watching a program about “supernovas” unsupervised. Around the same time, I was excited to watch one my favorite animated series come to the big screen.
However, disappointment quickly to hold over me when I witness death within the first five minutes of the movie. At the age of twelve, I was burned out of my home, life it seemed, had other plans for my teenage years. Was this the meaning of life, disappointment?