What is life?
Life is living each moment as earnestly as you can.
Because nobody knows what tomorrow will bring. Nobody knows whether tomorrow or disaster will arrive first.
Life is a lifeline made up of every moment in the past. I think of all the people I've met in my life, all the things I've experienced, and all the lives that have endured hardship.
Old Zhao, who loved but could not be loved in return…
The madwoman who was persecuted…
The Yang family, who suddenly became rich…
Leizi, who fell and broke his leg…
The tomb-robbing brothers, Pot Bottom and Pot Lid…
Goudan, who lost his father…
Liangzai, who surrendered to fate…
Dahuang, who faced death head-on…
Every story that once existed in my life left behind a meaning. I no longer wonder what fate is, lament that the shepherd's purse grew in the wrong place, or complain that life is unfair from the start. Because in my life, the meaning they hold is something I gave them.
Life is simple: nothing more than birth and death.
My life is lived because of me, ends because of me, and has meaning because of me.
