What would we do if the disaster came the day after tomorrow? Will they run away in a panic; will try their best to reunite with the people they love; will try their best to save more people; or will they smile and die with their beliefs?
In fact, what I am afraid of is not death, but the world and the life of people are really fucking boring. Nothing to do, no favorite person, no favorite thing, no faith, only oneself watching the monstrous flood alone, dying in fear and despair.
I don’t know why I live and I don’t know why I die.
This is what I fear most.
When disaster strikes, when human life enters the countdown, those things that were previously cared about, those contradictions, and those conflicts of interest, will become insignificant. At this time, only love has meaning, only love is eternal, and only love allows us to have faith and let us go on firmly. This love includes the love between parents and children, the love between lovers, the great love of leaders and scientists for all people and mankind, and the most common love and care between strangers.
We finally know how small human beings are, but it is this love that makes us great. We are small and great.
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