I believe everyone will have some moments where they are in a daze and think about why I am who I am and what will happen to me after I die? After a person dies, all materials and memories about him during his lifetime have nothing to do with him. Death means that the person is completely annihilated and will never be seen again. I once doubted whether I had memories of past lives. I could vaguely remember certain fragments that seemed to be from previous lives. It seemed that the previous life actually happened, and it seemed that they were just fragments of childhood dreams. I can't tell the difference myself. I used to think that I was special. My body, my facial features, the buildings and plants around me, and the people I passed by were all guest characters in my world. I didn't know what they were thinking, but I also knew that I was also a supporting role in their world. Everyone was their own protagonist and at the same time a supporting role for others.
Intention: Everyone will think that they are the most special person, and they will look for the meaning of life, how to understand life and love, and how to live. I hope this article can guide everyone to live seriously and feel the beautiful life.