not time. What I am afraid of is not that my leaves are falling one by one over time, that I do not know where my leaves are and how many, but the memory that comes back from time to time makes me feel that it is falling one by one, and I , I don't know when I am not myself, another me who has lost memory, reason, and cognition.
When I first read it, I thought I could fight the memory dilemma just by accepting it now. After amnesia, you can observe everything around you with new eyes, which is a new adventure in old age.
But the "subconscious mind" tells me the opposite. After writing the above comment I had a dream, I went back to my childhood, I have friends and family, I don't know which one time I left temporarily and forever. I looked at the sky, and occasionally some lost cognitions popped up, and I realized that my leaves were not what they are now, they have fallen off piece by piece. But I don't always remember. Although every time I think about it, it makes me realize that I am not myself, and all my expectations, failures, achievements, struggles, and confusions have all been left behind. I've spent my life searching for who I am, and I don't expect to find the answer, but I've even forgotten the process, I'm no longer who I used to be. So who am I? Last moment, now, next moment, who am I?
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