I Feed Another Me

Life is like a game, but this game is not up to you, you have to play it even if you don't want to play it. It starts when you are born. "Losing" and "gaining" are the default rules of this game, but they are often not equivalent. In my last life, I almost lost everything, so I tasted loneliness. At first I was afraid of loneliness, then I got used to it and began to enjoy it. Finally, I realized: Everyone is born lonely. People are like floating ice islands, drifting in the sea of ​​destiny. The encounter between people is due to invisible gravity - it brings cracks and attachment; it temporarily connects islands and combines them into temporary continents in the name of "love", "family affection", "friendship" or "interest". But gravity will eventually change, and the orbits will eventually separate. All tightness will eventually loosen, and all resonance will eventually become silent. Each island is still on its own path, drifting alone until it melts into nothingness. This is the nature of life: we are temporarily connected by gravity, but we always move towards the other side of loneliness. On the verge of death, I discovered "myself" in loneliness. I am dead, but not completely dead. To put it simply, I didn't drink Meng Po Soup. The moment I was born, I understood that a new game of life had begun again. It's just different from before. There is an extra little person in my body. This little person looks exactly the same and grows with me. Moreover, I can also feel that it is also hungry. What on earth is going on?