If you were fifteen again, would you still choose to live your life now?
When I was a child, I often thought: How can there be "I" in this world? "I" must be different from others. Later, when I grew up, I realized that I was nothing special and that I was just an ordinary person. But I just don't believe it. If I am the same as others, then why is there "I"? How am I different from others?
I once doubted that I must be sent by God to save the common people, or I must be the daughter of the Jade Emperor in the legend, or some god who made a mistake, or at the worst, I must be a cultivator who made a mistake and became an immortal, and later suffered disasters in the world.
It wasn't until this moment that I discovered that I was no different from others. I was just a speck of dust walking in this world. Sooner or later I would return to the dust, just like leaves, flowers, and any other creature in the world, and would eventually be buried deep underground...
Please, I don't want to be reborn, I'm too tired
Intention: Suffering and happiness?