[ FF ] Can you tell your life story in just 200 words ?

I was six years old when I asked my mother, “ has it always been 1996? ” 
 
 That question was the beginning of my life. All my memories from before it are a disorganized jumble of hospitals and breathing tubes, white walls and a stuffed lizard, smiling nurses and frowning doctors. I don ’ t really know what any of it was, and I didn ’ t know then. But at that moment in 1996 I realized I was going to live. Up to then, I had continuously mulled the idea of death, and had decided that I liked it. Death was easy to understand. But then I was sentenced to life. Life was more complicated. 
 
 She answered the question. I was wrong; time never stops. Then the next one: “ Where do angels go when they die? ” They don ’ t die. “ But what if someone doesn ’ t want to live forever? ” They will anyways. That was terrifying and incomprehensible. I cried. A lot. 
 
 For almost twenty years I ’ ve sought out the good things in life. I ’ ve found some. I ’ ll find more. Even though I ’ ve missed a lot, my lust for life now balances out the nostalgic nihilism. When the former overcomes the latter, my life can begin.
