Thursday, January 10, 2013

Farm life in my youth

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My farm life 
Dear readers, here we are still talking about Genzano di Lucania, and in order to give you a better picture of what life was like in the farms of Genzano when I was young, I need also to tell you about the town itself and what was happening at the time when I was young, so, let me talk about the town and the population first:
The town of Genzano di Lucania early in the twentieth century had reached a population of about 7,000 inhabitants, in the forties when I was young the population had grown to about 8,000 and reached 8,389 in 1951 inhabitants, and this is the highest number of people on record that I know of, because in the seventies it had shrunk to only 5,500 inhabitant or there about, because lots of people had to emigrate. The reasons that they had to emigrate will be fully understood, when I explain what happened to the rural community of this town including myself. Today the town of Genzano has 6200 inhabitant or there about.
The town of Genzano has a territory of about 21,000 Hectares of land if I remember right, and about 80% of this land is arable land, and it is used to grow wheat; the rest is reserves or grazing land; so this town owes its wealth to the rural community, because this town is well known to produce lots of very high quality durum wheat, which the mills that make pasta rush to buy it when it’s harvest time.
There are lots of other produce from the farms also, because we used to have mixed farming, but these produce are used locally, and if some of them ore sold out of the town, they are not a great deal to make any difference.
At the time when I was young there were lots of small farms in Genzano, and although the most important and the largest crop that brought in the money was durum wheat, in reality we had to practice mixed farming for our own needs, which I will try to explain presently.
Let me explain how the farms were run then.
As I have already said, when I was young we used to have mixed farming, today mixed farming is practiced to a much less extend, and I will try to explain the reasons why this has happened. But in order to make it clear to you my dear reader, I will have to describe the different way of how the land was used in the old days, and then how it is used nowadays: In the old days to till the soil people used to do it by hand hoeing, or by ploughing the fields with horse power or other strong animals. Therefore there was a need for a lot of people to be fed to work the fields, and there were a lot of animals also to be fed in order to work the fields. So, this need to feed so many mouths required a lot of produce and a variety of produce, therefore mixed farming was the only way to produce all this variety of foods required; In order to achieve this variety of foods requirements and for other reasons, in the old days the sowing fields had to be divided into a three-year-rotation, of course it was also necessary then to rotate the fields in order to keep them producing.
So one year a field would be fallow land and it would be used very little, then the next year it would be sown with durum wheat, and the year after that the same field would be sown with oats or barley, or other light seeds, and the year after that to fallow land. So, in realty there was only one third of the land producing durum wheat each year. When I was young a lot of people used to work in those farms, and it was hard physical work at a certain time of the year, and there was no much money to be made, with the exception of every now and then when we had a good harvest; but when the harvest was lean everybody would suffer, and all one could do was to start all over again for another year, and so, one would be hoping for a better harvest next year.
There were too many years of lean harvest when I was young, some average and only a very few years we had good harvest. But somehow people kept going on, and they were so used to poverty that they seemed to be happy just the same, because they did not know of a better life. But one has to keep in mind that the main harvest is only once a year, and one year is a very long time when there is not enough money to go around.
In order to show you what I mean I will make an example of myself, you see, for all the work which I did in the farm in my youth, I earned almost nothing, but I was able to eat plain wholesome food, and buy a few cheap cloths to keep warm in winter; well it was something but it was not much.
Now let me go back to my own life in the farm, and my experience as a young boy.
At the time when I was young in Genzano every family had a dwelling in town, no matter to which group of people or families one belonged, we all had a home in town even if it was only a room or a few rooms in order to live-in in the town itself. But the farmers’ families not only had a home in town like everybody else, where their women folks elderly people and children lived; but most of the farmers had also a rustic farm building in the fields, where the farmer would keep his animals, and with the help of his workers if he had any would work his fields from there. The farmers’ children specially those that were to become farmers one day would start working in the farm very early in life, or as soon as they would finish their compulsory schooling years; and before the second world war year 5 was the minimum standard of teaching.
Now, some of the youths whose families were better off financially would start to help in the farm only during summer for a year or two, and then as they became older they would start staying in the farm full time the whole year. But I wasn’t that lucky and at the time when I left school, I was only 10 years old and I was going to be 11 years old during that year, when I had to start full time for the whole year in the farm. At that time young boys were only required to attend school up to grade 5, and I had already done so, so I went to help in our family farm full time. Then a few years later the schooling laws changed, and all the youths had to attend school up to grade 8, or be at least 14 years old to leave school. So, I and a few other boys of my same age were the last of the little educated youths of those times. So you should understand that the rest of my education I had to do it all by myself later in life.
Now you can imagine how I felt in the farm; I was perhaps the youngest boy around for miles, and I was of that age when young boys like me would start thinking and also wandering about how best one could find a way into society, because at that age one becomes aware of a lot of new things so to speak.
This new way of living in the farms was very hard especially for me, because, since the great loss of my father, my family according to customs had lived a life withdrawn from society; so, now that we were all over that period of grief that any family can have, I felt that somehow I was a bit more withdrawn that the other boys of the same age. So I needed a break more that everybody else, but it was not to be, because I ended up working in the farm and so I became more isolated that ever.
Therefore, my helping (working) in the family farm when I was young was no good for me socially, since there is nothing to learn socially in the farm except farm things, which in the end they might even put to good use, but only from those persons that would be able to practice farming during their whole life time.
Farming life of those days was so hard and boring, especially for me at that particular time of my life when I was young. So, nowadays when I think about it, it makes me feel so hurt and unhappy and I ask myself why this had to happen to me, and I feel so hurt that I would like to tell you a story beginning with, ‘When I was young’ just to show you how much harder life was then compared with today’s ways of life.
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Farm life in my youth
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Wednesday, December 26, 2012

Breaking away from my farm life

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Breaking away from my farm life
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Anyhow, the unfair life situation that I have been talking about in my last post slowly came to an end, because everything will come to an end soon or later. For me the only time that I had a real break from farming was when I was called to go in the army, which in Italy was/is a compulsory service to the country, which every able young male must serve when one turns twenty-one years old or soon after that. Then when the army released me I migrated to Australia, and I was then in my early twenties.
Now let me go back to my life in the farm and what it did to me and other youths like me. Because as I have already mentioned several times before, it was not the best life for a young man, since the farm life of those times was not what one would prescribe for a young man like me, if one wanted me as a young man to develop properly, so that, later on in life I could be ready to meet the challenge of life when I would be older, in all sorts of communities and not only in farming.
But you see, at the time when all this happened, no one could have ever thought of the forth coming changing world, and of the difficulties that I and some of the other boys that shared the same fate as me would have to face in later life. Just because the way of life happened to change so much and so fast since I was young.
To understand how unfair it was for me and for those youths of my time who ended up in the farms like myself, I have to convey to you the different set up of this town; the way that people separate each other in classes, not because they like to be different to each other, but because they are different, and therefore they think and talk in different ways, so they group themselves with their equal, because they feel more at ease that way: But in reality they are all equal, as all the groups need each other soon or later.
Now as it happens usually everywhere else in the world in small towns, there are two main groups of people in every community: There are those who live directly from the land, which are called the farmers or rural community, and those who work in town in all sorts of jobs, which would be called just town’s people and they include; shop keepers, craftsmen, clerks, teachers,  doctors, priests, policemen, (carabinieri which are Italian policemen), guardians, and every other sort of jobs that one can think of, in order to run a town properly; and then all the rest of the population, like whole families and women and children, so that a town would be self reliant. So, now let me talk about the town of Genzano and its communities.
So, see you soon when I write another chapter of my farm life. 
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Breaking away from my farm life
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Monday, November 26, 2012

Unfair life situation

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Unfair life situation
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Dear readers, this post is a continuation of my first farm life experience, I believe that once you have read my writings, you will understand and agree that it was an unfair life situation, because the way of life that I and the other youths, who happened to live like me in the farms during those times was unfair, it was a way of life that to most of us today may seem archaic, unreal and to say the least unfair, and indeed it was really unfair to myself and to all those youths that ended up in a similar position as myself. But at the time when this happened it didn’t seem that bad to us, because we were so young when we started to work in the farms, therefore we were not aware then of the adverse influence that it could and would brink to us in the future, as we didn’t know then that we were in a disadvantaged situation and even our parents did not see how bad the situation could become to some of us later on, because they could not see how fast life was chancing, and anyhow even if they guessed that things were changing they didn’t know what else to do.
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The unfair situation
Now, this situation that I am talking about was most unfair to us because it affected only us in the farms, but not all the young citizens of this somewhat rich rural town, (Here rich rural town means only Genzano by comparison to other towns which surround it) because they would be living a better life in town. So as it happened then, we a portion of the young citizen of Genzano became caught in a disadvantaged position including myself, and this position would affect us very badly for the rest of our lives; but we didn’t know what else to do, and there was nothing that could be done either. The few exceptions who were not put at a disadvantaged position were those youths which their families were rich land owners, because it would always be an advantage for them to stay in the farms and learn their future trade and then use their farm knowledge in the future.
But for the rest of us young men who were working in small farms like myself, and which had no other opportunities in life but to continue the old tradition of farming, just because this same tradition of farming had been a way of life to the rural community of this agricultural town for centuries before us, and therefore, when I was young it was thought to be the only way to earn a fare and honest living, if you happened to own any land at all, so we had to be trained to be farmers in order to look after our own small farm when we would become older, but this training to us became a great disadvantage, because of the changes that followed.
Nobody could be blamed for putting us youths in such a position, which in the end would result for us in a disadvantaged position: because the very same way of life had served the same community so well for centuries, and they were not disadvantaged at all then. But nowadays because of the enormous change of the modern era, which has brought with it also changes in the value of work that any worker does, and for this reason we became greatly disadvantaged.
And as I have already mentioned above, I reckon and feel that it was really an unfair life situation to my personal self, and this I will continue to describe to you at length and in depth as I keep writing on, since the point that I want to make is to show you how I had to struggle and to suffer while I was living in the farm, and even later on in the future. In fact life for me was going to be much harder than I thought, since that way of life which I had lived in the farm had left me so far backward, because of isolation I even lacked in local general knowledge, and also in communication skills including all those nice things that a person does and says, in order to make that same person attractive to the rest of the community. So, this early disadvantaged way of life has affected me greatly for the rest of my life, and although I have tried to improve myself during my life, I have never been able to catch up with the rest of the world. So that, I feel it within me even now, as if I will never be completely satisfied with myself, because I think that I could have been better off if I had a different and better way of life when I was young to start with.
But since what’s been done is done, and one cannot go back and do it in a different way, I am/was stuck with it. Therefore, I had to put up with my backward way of life; and I had to accept that the only possible way that was left for me to earn a living for the rest of my life, had to be that I had to do hard physical work.
Now at the time when all this was happening, to the young people which used to live in this town’s farms, it all seemed normal to them, because even their forbears they all had lived this same way for centuries before us.
Also my forbears used to live in this town that I was born, and in which I had to live my youth just like them. But, most of my youth and I mean the most important years of my young life, at the time when a youth would like to try to find out the meanings of life, which would help him to learn how to deal with his life in the future, all those years were spent to live in our family farm and not in the town itself, and this did put me in a disadvantaged position from the very start, as I have already mentioned before, I ended up in an unfair life situation.
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Unfair life situation
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Thursday, November 8, 2012

Was this my life destiny

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Was this my life destiny?
  
Dear readers, in my last post I was talking about our destiny, so I wonder if we really have our own destiny, because I believe that we might have a sort of destiny, so let me tell you about my life or my destiny, I have written a few other things, but now let me go back to tell my story wondering about my own destiny, and why I had to live a hard life. 
Therefore now I am going back to my life story, starting from the time when I had to live school and go to help in the farm, I was about eleven years old when I went to work in the farm; today you may find that at that age one is just too young to work, but in those times that was the way that most people accepted as being normal. I know that it was unfortunate for me just because I and a few other young men were going to be the last of this old way of life, so to speak. 
So, let me tell you about my life.
My dear readers this is my life story, so I can tell the story of my life as many times as I want and the way I want to tell it, just because it is my own life story; some people may think that I might have copied my life story from somewhere else, but I can assure you that I have not and if it resembles somebody else story it is just a coincidence. You see, I am not copying it from anywhere or from anybody, because it is just my life story, and if it happens to be similar to another one of my life story, or to somebody else life story; does it really matter? You see I have only one life to live and if I want to be true to myself and the rest of the world I have to tell it just the way it is, so there is no ways that similarities can be completely avoided. So, let me start telling you, my farm life experience as I lived it. 
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MY FARM LIFE EXPERIENCE, 1
I would have liked to go straight to the point, and tell you all about my own personal life experience in the farm, which is the most important experience during my young life, and which I ought to tell you; since it is my first experience in the real world, and therefore the most important one, since it has affected me for the rest of my life adversely, because I was placed in a disadvantaged position. At the same time I cannot help to wonder how today people would like to find themselves in such a disadvantaged position as I was. So, I ask myself would they have enough positive thinking to overcome the hard life that is thrown at them, or would they just protest as it is usually done these days; I wonder what they would do. I know that life means to us whatever we want life to mean to us. I believe that we need to be positive during our life that is what we have to do. My own life is a very good example, as you can see, just because I have been positive during my life, today in my old age I am even able to write hubs in Hub pages in a language that is not my mother tongue, I hope you see what I mean?
Now that I have explained the position that I am in today, which is a sharp contrast to the ways I have been living when I was young, I believe that I have to describe to you first of all what the farms were like in those days, and how the farmers used to run them in a traditional manner at the time when I was young. And I want also to point out to you that, the farmers and their workers were then and are still nowadays the most important contributors of the welfare of this rural town of Genzano di Lucania.
Life can be very hard sometime
Today I always wonder when I see young people struggling, while they are really living in the middle of plenty, but I suppose they do not see it that way, so they want you to believe that they are living a hard life. Therefore then, I cast my mind back to the times when I was young and I wonder what is wrong with the youths today, why they do not see all the good things around them.
Having said that now let me tell you why life was harder when I was young, especially for those youths that like myself ended in a disadvantaged position when we were very young: not only we were in a disadvantaged position and working just to earn a living, but we were not appreciated from the rest of the community, only because we were not as good as the rest of the community in our communication skills, owing to the fact that we were living an isolated life in the farm, where communication skills are not taught and we didn’t ware flashy garments to show off, when we went to town and met the young town people, who seemed so clever well dressed and they knew everything that there was to know.
The reason that I have told you this is that, it explains better how I felt then and how I feel even now about my life in the farm in those days, and I hope that there is no misunderstanding that this was a hard and boring life, because I want to point out that my life experience in the farm has a very clear meaning to anybody that happens to read my life story.
But there is another side of this story, because what I have just said makes me reflect about what the elders of my time were telling me, which was in effect that life was much harder when they were young; this makes me think and ask myself: is this the ways that life looks like when we get old? Or it is indeed that the way of life is changing for the better; I will let you my dear readers decide for yourself, when you read my next few hubs, where I will continue to talk about my farm life experience. 
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Was this my life destiny? 
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Tuesday, October 16, 2012

Perhaps we have our own destiny

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Perhaps we have our own destiny

Looking at my life that I have already lived, I may have to say that there might be something called a destiny, so one might be born to live a certain way of life, or perhaps our destiny is already written in God’s book of our own life and in a way we are forced to live our lives, which is going to be influenced by some life events that are behind your control. I don’t know really what to think about this, but somehow I believe there is a sort of destiny and perhaps we have our own destiny.
Anyhow, dear readers as I have already said in the previous posts, I have come to blame my fate for most of my life short comings and pains. Because I believe that when I was born, I was born with a good chance to live a better life that I have lived; but it was not to be that way, perhaps it was my destiny. So, dear readers if you happen to read most of my life story, you may very well ask. Why is it that I am telling you only sad stories? Is it possible that in my whole life, I had so many sad happenings and not many happy ones?
Well I should say here that I have had a few happy happenings, but if I had to tell you about my happy happenings they would be so few and very boring indeed, and nobody could or would be interested to hear them anyhow.
So, I would like to talk now first of all, about those happenings that have affected my life in such a way that one could say that they have made me struggle during my life, as I have already said in my last post, My life story plus which you can read below this post.
Okay I know dear readers that you might be thinking that it is meaningless to write down all this useless stuff, as nobody might be willing to read it or get any benefit from it: But I am thinking that if my writings survive in a hidden corner just for a generation or two, and even if my writings are written poorly, as my English writing skills are not the best at the present time, because English is not my mother tongue. But I believe that in several years when time passes, then whoever would be reading my writings will find them more interesting, because life was so different in the old days that I lived, as I have started to live my life long before the great changes of nowadays.
And if what I am writing is going to be useless anyhow, I will do it just for practice, so that I would be able to improve my English language and also my writing skills. So that I could feel more confident within my own self when I write, and therefore I would not feel to be in such a hopeless and desperate position; like that time when something happened to me at a certain stage of my life, but because at that time I was not learned enough, I felt that I was not able to cope with it properly, and because I wasn’t able to cope with that matter in my case became also very painful, because of what I wanted to reach and do but I wasn’t able to, here I am talking about a matter that was and indeed is a very delicate matter of personal nature.
I would have liked to tell you about my helpless and desperate feelings, but I don’t know how just for now, so, I will write them later on including what was it that caused me so much distress; But this distress has also made me come to a decision, which is that I have to improve myself in my lacking skills.
So, now although I am getting old, I am going to try very hard if I can improve myself, so that, my improvements may still help me in my later years to reach where I have failed now.
Therefore by writing my own life story, I will also help myself to improve my English and my communication skills, which after all they are the art of being able to write or to say, the right words at the right time with the right meanings; since saying meaningful and skillful phrases is just like when one writes them down.
So please, allow me to write a few things that I have gone through during my own life, even if they might be boring so to speak, because, I would like to write them down; so that I could show you how hard life can sometimes be to any of us, but as you know this story applies particularly to me and I would like to tell you, because during my life so many things have changed since I was a child. Of course things will still keep changing nowadays and in the future, and very likely even faster than before, but now because we know of the coming changes we are able to accept them more easily than before, and therefore they will not seem that bad to us anyhow, because at least we believe that we know where we are going.
Anyhow I believe that I have said enough in this post, but I am going to come back to tell you more about my life story, in my next post. 
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Genzano it story
Perhaps we have our own destiny 
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Sunday, September 30, 2012

My life story plus

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Welcome to my post, My life story plus; Or should I say my life story and laments.
Hello my readers!
We all live our lives the best way we can, and we all wonder at the things that happen to us during our lives, but once we have lived those life happenings they seems only a dream, they are like some sort of distant memories so to speak, but nevertheless it is your life and my life that we are talking about here and your life is a story that can be told, if there is anybody willing to listen to your story, because as you know everybody of us has a story to tell, at least we can talk about our own life story.
So this is my life story, I don’t remember exactly how it all started this idea of writing my own life story, perhaps I have written it down somewhere else before but I don’t remember now. As you know there are many people these days that write their own life story; so, I would like to tell you my own life story for many reasons, and also to prove to myself that everyone of us as a story to tell, whether my story might not be as great as somebody else story it does not matter, I am saying this because I have had a rather hard life and therefore I am going to lament about my life. So I guess that not many people enjoy reading or listening to sad story, but anyhow this is one of the reasons why I have called this post: My life story and laments.
I would like to tell my life story also because; it makes me remember all the memories and experiences that have shaped my life, so let me tell you my own special life story, where I am going to tell you who I am, where have I been where I am now and how I got here, where I am now writing my own life story. I am writing this hoping that one day my family and friends might read my story and understand a bit more about me.
So as I have said, I have decided to tell you my own life story, because now that I am in my early sixties, and therefore I am in the later part of my life span, so I really should know everything about life and nothing should have surprised me, but life has surprised me. Therefore I have to say again that although I am an old man now and therefore experienced with life and what life can throw at you and sometimes it can be rather bad; one of my latest experience has made me feel so inadequate and frustrated lately, for not being able to reach out and make happen, what I wanted so desperately to happen. And this is one of the reasons, or perhaps the most important reason, why I have started to write my own life story here and also go public and post it in blogger. Anyhow, I have also to say that I have felt so many other times before that feeling of being inadequate during my life, which I believe it has been all because; I was put in a disadvantaged position when I was young, and for that reason I was not able to better myself to a satisfactory standard, which otherwise I would have been able to achieve if I had the chance, so, these are my laments in this life story and laments.
For these lost chances I can’t blame anybody, and I can’t even blame my mother for putting me in such disadvantaged position, because she was forced from disastrous and tragic events beyond her control. So I have come to the conclusion that I can only blame Fate, because it struck a terrible blow to our family when I was very young.
Therefore, if in my younger years I had been in a position to go to school at least for a few more years, or perhaps as long as my capacity to learn was used to the maximum; Then I could have learned whatever they teach at school, and at the same time as I would have been in a social environment, and so, I would have been able to improve my social and communication skills while I were at school, those skills which are so important to communicate with the rest of the community nowadays.
Therefore, if I had acquired those social skills, I would have been accepted socially easily, and I would have felt happier with myself, instead of feeling sometimes left out from the main stream, concerned and isolated.
You see; if I would have had a chance to learn more at school, then I would have learned more when I was young, and from that extra education I could have been more successful later on in my life, because I could have used my acquired knowledge, and those social skills which I never had the chance to learn then. And therefore, I could have ripped more and better rewards from within this society that we are living in today, which seems to me that it is more and more demanding in these social aspect. You see, those social skills that I have been talking about must be learned when one is young, so that they may and will become part of one self and therefore you can use them to your advantage during our lives, to learn those skills later on in life is still helpful, but not as helpful as when one is young. I hope you see what I mean. But perhaps we have our own destiny?
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My life story plus
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Sunday, September 9, 2012

My life struggles

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MY LIFE STRUGGLES;

Let me tell you my life memoir, so that I could fulfil my own contribution to humanity as I have said in my previous post called, the life duty of any man.  So, let me start by telling you this part of my life that I call my life struggles, which one can say that these are the struggles of life of an ordinary and part educated or self educated man, one could describe him/me as a born struggler, who kept battling on during his (my) whole life.
Now allow me to tell you this story in the third person sometimes, so that my life story seems to apply to most of us instead of just me, so instead of saying I did this, I will say he did this.
So, as it often happens to the best of us, sometimes (I) he won (my) his battles and sometimes (I)he lost them. And although when he had a tough battle a scar or mark was left on him for life, he never thought to surrender to the adverse elements that life brought to him; therefore, he kept battling on his whole life from his very tender age onward. And no matter how hard it became for himself he kept struggling on, in order to conquer those negative elements which sometimes make life miserable.
He had to do it all by himself because; there is no other way that a person can live his own life, because the only thing one can do is to keep fighting on and never give up, no matter how hard it might become during one’s own life, starting from the very beginning when we are born.
This is the subject that I’d like to be talking about to you my readers, which is going to be never the less the very same story of my life, as I have already mentioned before.
So, it seems to me that we are born to struggle, in order to find our own way in life. Here I would also like to point out that, there are lots of people throughout the world nowadays, who believe that we are born to suffer; but I could not agree with them at all, because I don’t believe for a single moment that we are born to suffer. The reasoning is that if we believe that we are born to suffer, then, when something would make us suffer we would have to accept suffering as it is, and therefore we would do nothing at all to improve our situation. To me this situation would be absurd, and therefore, I prefer to believe that it should always be possible to do something to improve my situation, even if is going to make me struggle hard.
Therefore now just to explain myself better, I would like to speak a bit more on this subject, because I would like to try and convince you that what I believe would be correct, so I hope you don’t mind my staying put on this subject, so let us see some examples.
For a start, I am sure that all good parents wish from the bottom of their hearts, that their children will have an easy and happy life.
And if we were to ask any parent, or would be future parents: if they would like to have any children, knowing in advance that their children would have to suffer during their life time. I am sure that they would never agree to have children under such conditions.
So I don’t know why and how it came about, the belief that we are born to suffer. It is a well known fact that religious people have had a say in this belief, because for a long time they have believed that the flesh had to suffer, and only through suffering the soul would become holy in the eyes of God.  I say that first of all there is no warranty that there is a god or there is an afterlife, but anyhow I believe that they have made a mistake and their belief is wrong, because if you are a believer and you believe in God; how could you ever think that we are born to suffer? How could you ever think that? Just think about it! How could God Our Heavenly Father, who is the perfect Father in every way: Why should God make us just to make us suffer?
No! The whole thought of suffering here is absurd, because any good father at all loves his own children, and so, he wishes that his own children live a good and happy life. Therefore, God who is the best father of us all must have made us to be free, so that we could choose our own way of living, and if during our lives there happens to be painful times, we have to rectify it ourselves in our own way, even if this will make us struggle.
Therefore I am sure that we are not born to suffer, but perhaps we are born to struggle and to find our own way in life.
I want to tell you, that I understand that life is not easy except for a few people that are born lucky. Therefore for those people who think that life is easy, I am pretty sure that they are in the minority; and ether they are the very lucky few, which everything has been done for them, or they are such fool’s that they cannot see what life is all about.
Indeed it is a well known and acknowledged fact of life, that there are several kinds of struggles within our present life: And as a matter of fact some great man have acknowledged of the existence of these struggles, and also of the existence of an inner struggle which we feel within ourselves. And some of these men have even expressed their views in public, in a direct way or an indirect way. In my life time for instance, ‘The Right Honourable Australian Prime Minister, Malcolm Fraser,’ when the public was complaining that life was a struggle for them under his government policies; He used to say to them and I quote; ‘Life is not meant to be easy’.
Therefore I feel so sure to admit that there are struggles in our lives, even if we don’t want them to be there, and I can assure you that even when we are not struggling, life is not meant to be easy for us, because, we will always be struggling as something somehow will bother us.
Therefore, my own life being just like anybody else, or perhaps worse off in some respect, I would like to tell you to the extent of some very personal details, so that I will be able to show you and prove my point that in order to survive and thrive I had to struggle. You see that is why I call this post, my life struggles. 
So, it seems to me that from here onward I am going to tell you ‘My life struggles or the struggles of my life.’ Or perhaps should I say the story of my life; since this is the only issue that I am sure to know better than anybody else.
I would like to tell you the story of my life, just the way that I have lived it; with so many good chances that were wasted, owing to the fact that I was badly prepared when I was young. And I would like to comment about the anguish that those wasted chances brought with them, then and also later on during my life. But I want also to say that somehow I have managed to live my life with no great regrets, since I have tried hard to adjust to whatever needed to be done. But today when I think about the past with all its suffering that I have been through, I believe that I could have lived a better life, if I had been better prepared for it when I was young. And this is the most important aspect that I want to demonstrate here, and if you think that I am lamenting about my own life you are right; you see these are my life struggles.
For you dear readers I would like to add, try to compare my life struggles that I am going to describe to you, with your own life or today’s way of life, as this will make my life story more interesting to read? See you soon!
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