I, D.H Lawrence grew up as a sickly son. My life was always involved with pressure and domination. I do wonder when was the last time I smiled. Let me think; Never. Well, maybe once and that is when I met my true love. I have many complaints and issues involving with others. For instance, my dearest mother. She gave me no freedom nor my own desire. I had no choice but to be trained as a school teacher just like her. A desire that is not my desire. However, trained as a school teacher leads to one of my great interest. An interest called “Art” My relationship between my mother and I gave me one of the greatest masterpiece of my art work. I had to go through my first experience of life by helping my dearest mother die by over dosing her with sleeping pills.
Ah! there goes my illness. An illness that I can not end. My illness is telling me that I am not going to live much longer. Which means I shall quit as a school teacher very soon and continue writing more.
I had an affair with my wife who I tend to have violent fights and sexual bonds. Every experience of my life from childhood to my adulthood, I would include it as my greatest art work. Based on how I feel by putting it in great literature words of mine.
Well, look at the time here. As soon I have reached to my 15th art work, it is time for me to go.
My illness have arrive and had taken my soul away.