When I was young, I once thought that as long as I think about myself and the ability test brought by this world in this life, nothing is impossible to create; 80% of the octopuses live every day, thinking of better strategies to avoid predators and catch them. Catching prey, exploring after dinner, all joys and sorrows are based on oneself.
Survival skills continue to grow until the day you meet an octopus of the opposite sex. Not sure if the octopuses mate with pleasure or not, unexplained forces drive them closer to each other, even though every cell knows it means death. Parts of it stopped working, but in the process it was an unprecedented experience, and it turned out to have the ability to give love. The self who inevitably died has created a new appearance, thousands of them, growing with time, and every day in the future, half of the self will continue to participate.
We all know that for humans, hatching the next generation will not be the end of life, even if some see it as the mission. But octopuses spend 80% of their time with themselves and 20% of their lives to keep their children alive. This always reminds me that as a human being, less than 20% of life has not learned to live with itself, and in the remaining 80% of the time, you have to think about your partner until the end of your life; however, the destruction and rebirth after encounter may have some similarities , stripping away the independent individual connotation and blending into a balance of coexistence, abandoning the young girl to become a parent to have children, no matter what stage of the relationship, you always lose some happy treasures, in exchange for more life-threatening but unprecedented experience.
If it were you, would you change it? Or is this simply an irresistible physical drive?
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