What we call a true life is usually a life about which somebody could testify that it is a life, since in normal circumstances nobody minds to affirm by himself the obvious fact that he is alive.
Usually, nobody is satisfied with the unspoken recognition that he is alive. Even the people who live alone try to be witnesses to their own life, so that to be able to talk about it.
It is not a need for acquiring a true life, but one of avoiding that the consciousness which seems to be something more than the sheer fact of living to observe that beyond the life is almost nothing.
It is almost nothing, because outside of our life are only the lives of other people. Surely, the consciousness knows this, since our main interest is to watch how other people live, even if they are imaginary persons. Though, nobody could recognize his limitation as a simple watcher, without being himself watched by somebody.
The need of a spectator of our life manifests even in the most intimate experience of sexuality. The sexuality is a usual subject matter of discussions and watching. But the confessions about our sexuality have not an appropriate audience, since nobody is pleased to be a simple witness to someone’s sexuality. Anyone acts in some way while hearing them.
The real witness to our sexual life is the child. It can show us that we are really alive in our sexuality because it is its living result. And it shows that silently and with no personal implication. The consciousness of its parents starts to focus on its existence and at least temporarily they cease to observe that void which is beyond their lives. However, out of the sexual experience the child is a witness both to their life and death. It reveals their death by permanently showing that their life is limited by someone's else life. It is a life for which they consent to care leaving off or postponing their quest for living a true life.