Does the god of death really exist? There are thousands of ways to die in this world, such as being hit by a car, falling down stairs, being trampled to death while watching a ball, falling to death while listening to a performance stand collapse, choking to death when drinking water... The list of these in the big night really made my scalp Going numb... So, is there really a god of death? If the god of death wants you to die, he will just think of a way to let you die. No one can escape from death, so, is it certain when and how to die?
Ever since I was in high school, I have had a deep fear of death. I don’t know when or what triggered it, but I often feel that life is very impermanent and that everything I do has security risks. I'm so afraid of death, if I really go to war, I probably can't be like a revolutionary martyr who would rather die than give in or something. Even if I take the subway every day and squeeze the front of the car to work and the rear of the car, I occasionally feel that if I rear-end the car, it will be over. Then I will learn to drive and think, what should I do if there is a car accident in the future... (I It 's like a persecuted delusional patient...)
Before a person dies, will there really be a flashback of the legendary life? If there is, the joys of the past are almost forgotten, and only some pain and regret have left the deepest imprints in the memory, then it is not a happy death, and there will probably be a tear in the corner of the eye instead of the slight upward relief at the corner of the mouth. ... Or are those forgotten moments of happiness left in deeper memory and triggered again at the last moment of life?
There will always be some stages, when you can't see what the future will be like, and a kind of thought "I didn't expect it because I couldn't live at that time?" flashed. However, when I was a teenager, I really didn't think that ten years later, I would write such a nonsense text at this moment, right? I often want a time machine to go back and hug the self who was often lonely and helpless in the past, the child who was always empty when he needed hugs the most.
In life, occasionally there is a feeling of "what I'm doing at the moment has appeared in a dream", the table in front of me, an action of the person around me, and the bottle of water on the table all seem familiar. Every day I wake up with the thought of "I was thrown back into this parallel universe from a different dimension". Even if I was so sad the day before that I couldn't fall asleep at more than one o'clock, it would take three or four hours to regain that emotion when I woke up the next day. I always feel that someone needs to record a documentary like in "50 First Dates", so that I can know why I am here and now. Looking at the unfamiliar ceiling, you can't tell whether it's in the school dormitory or the old home more than ten years ago.
Well, you can say that I don’t sleep well and have many dreams. I admit, I like to pinch my dreams of sci-fi blockbusters or hyper-realistic documentaries. Zhuang Zhou Mengdie, will my life at this moment be my dream in another world?
Sometimes it seems like time is being stretched out, there's always a feeling that my growth is done in a short period of time and other times it's in a static state.
What is death? What is time?
Wow, this kind of ultimate question is really annoying~~
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