Before 5.12, I almost buried old age in
trivial matters such as going to work, lying down, eating and drinking, and buying a house, and almost forgot.
I had simply thought that my diligent maintenance would always be favored by God.
When I started to be afraid of the ticking of the clock, and experienced the pain of insomnia, I
was still lucky enough to not step into the thirty gates, and I could survive those long dark nights,
but I didn't realize that I was getting old. There has never been a person who is not slowly dying.
I didn't want to turn on the TV anymore, and I kept crying, but I watched such a film.
A tired colleague told me that he was busy all day, but did not do a thing he liked.
Have we ever thought that maybe in the last stage of our life, we are not willing to leave.
A car mechanic who gave up his studies in order to earn money to support his family, a businessman
who married several wives and could drink coffee with the president but was separated from his daughter for many years,
was sentenced by death in the ward,
only to find out that the past few For ten years, I am not living myself.
They left the hospital willfully to use the rest of their lives to complete a bucket list.
I've seen technicians kicked off planes carrying umbrellas,
treacherous businessmen talking about trying to protect their daughters. . .
They are old people who are dying, but they are cute like two children, willful and simple.
Should I cheer for the fulfillment of those lifelong wishes,
or have my face stiffened from death?
Maybe until the last moment of my life, I will never know the answer.
A few days ago, a colleague received a call saying that there was an earthquake at night.
I was indignant, but I still put some food and water in the bathroom at night.
Please give me some time to complete my bucket list before walking into death.
When you're young, stop often to think about whether we're doing what we love, for ourselves.
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