Realm of the Dead—chapter of the Widow

Previous one: What is regret? In a sense, it means that in the past years, those people, those things, those encounters, I personally went to it, but the ending was not what I wanted. First two: What is the meaning of life? The answer probably lies in inheritance and the continuation of life. Even if we cherish everything in our decades of life, we cannot retain the fleeting moments. Half of our lives have passed in a daze. For ordinary people, the true meaning of life is to live out your own value. Everyone in the world will think: Human beings are mortal. As the old saying goes, "Everyone is destined to die, and it may be heavier than Mount Tai, or lighter than a feather." But for all living beings, they have ups and downs throughout their lives, and ultimately they cannot escape the fate of being "lighter than a feather." Standing between the macroscopic world and the earth, with yourself as the starting point, your vision continues to extend beyond the galaxy. It keeps shrinking like the speed of light, from surface to line, from line to point, and finally becomes nothing more than a speck of dust. Compared to the vastness of the universe, it is so small that it is immeasurable, truly as insignificant as a feather. Top 3: Are you afraid of death? Life and death are ordinary. There are hundreds of millions of living beings in the world. If one person leaves, there will be no disturbance to the general trend of heaven and earth. There are no great men whose names will be remembered through the ages and who will be praised forever. Only close relatives and close friends will feel sorry for them. As the years go by, only the tombstones will forever remember them. The answer is undoubtedly yes. You are afraid of the passage of time in your one-time short life, and eventually the fallen leaves will return to their roots. But what if your own soul can be reincarnated? Add settings: "Bring your own consciousness." Do it for dozens of years at a time, ten times, a hundred times, a thousand times, ten thousand times. Until you are tired of living! Who were you then? Are you still afraid of death?