Our life is like a boat sailing on a river. People move with the boat, but most of them cannot help themselves. Along the way, you can pick flowers that are blooming on the shore, and you can walk with people until the boat becomes old and decayed and can no longer carry it. At that time, all I had to do was throw away everything I had acquired. Even so, it only postponed the fate of the shipwreck and death.
But Aragorn, I want to know what was the last thing you left behind at that time.
Conception: