Missed life... literally.
Back in 2012, somewhere at the beginning of the third year of high school, I wrote the song "Missed life". It seems that the song is much more true now than it seemed at the time. Even then, I felt that something did not go well, but now, at the age of twenty-five, that song has a much stronger meaning. Looks like ... I missed everything. I'm not talking here about the standard human comparison with others and the feeling that our life is not good enough in relation to other people, as is usually the case, but about overestimating our own capacities, by which I mean health. During my childhood, I didn't think too much about how not treating mild symptoms would affect the future, and the adults around me didn't take it seriously, it even turned out they considered me a liar on several occasions because I constantly said I was sick. I said I had a cold, and I really did. Maybe it instilled in me to some extent the need for someone to take me seriously, even if I had