What has life taught me?

For many years, I saw a silent Polish film no longer than ten minutes. Its story kept returning to my mind from time to time, especially whenever I saw someone from my family or acquaintances face something in their life they cannot control or influence. The simple story begins with a scene of a vast sea, from which two men emerge, both fully dressed, carrying together an old, large wardrobe, consisting of three doors, with a large mirror on the middle door. The two men walk towards the beach, struggling greatly to carry this wardrobe, until they reach the land exhausted. Then they start wandering around the city while still carrying the wardrobe. If they want to ride the tram, they try to climb the stairs with the wardrobe amid the crowd of passengers and protests. If they get hungry and want to enter a restaurant, they try to enter with the wardrobe but are turned away by the owner. The film only shows their desperate attempts to continue living while carrying their heavy wardrobe, until they eventually return from where they came, reaching the beach we saw at the beginning of the film, then gradually disappear into the sea, submerged by the water while still carrying the wardrobe. Since I saw this film, I have imagined my situation and that of everyone I know as if each of us is carrying a heavy wardrobe, bringing it into life and spending our days holding onto it, with no chance to get rid of it, then dying while still carrying it. However, this wardrobe is invisible, and we may spend our lives pretending it doesn't exist, or what we think are our choices. I did not choose my father and mother, nor the type of family I was born into, nor the number of my siblings and my place among them. I did not choose my height or shortness, nor my level of handsomeness or ugliness, nor the strengths and weaknesses of my body and mind. All of this I have to carry wherever I go, with no hope of freeing myself from it.