People are you, me, and everyone else. All living beings are helpless, and no matter how many worries weigh on us, how can they compare to the heart of an immortal? Why do I want to write about immortals? I think being an immortal is simply another way of living as a person: you have magic and power, a longer life, and more grudges and grievances. The world is bigger, and so is the pressure. As long as you, me, and everyone else keep struggling through helplessness, pressure, and life itself, living with strength, never admitting defeat and never giving up, then you are an immortal, and your immortal heart has awakened. Or, if you live an ordinary, unremarkable life, wanting nothing, thinking of no one, and caring for no one, you are also an immortal. That is the innate immortal heart, expressed outwardly: there is no wisdom, and the heart simply follows the body. I want to write about him, and I want to write about you. I don't just want to tell stories. More than that, I want to talk about life, about a kind of strength, the strength to persevere. This is the power of an immortal! Night has fallen, and my thoughts are a mess. Immortals are sacred and great, strong yet compassionate, but they are also people struggling along a long, arduous path. So instead of seeking immortality, you might as well seek it within yourself, because you can do it too!
