I’ll turn 42 this year.
The feeling that there must be something more wonderful somewhere else other than here is being faded and lost.
I didn’t expect what would be my 40s when I was young, but I’m living my 40s now.
I need to keep my eyes open and keep thinking about myself.
At least, I can try to remember my 40s by doing that.
A couple of days ago, I tried to imagine my moment of dying as specifically as I could.
Then I felt a quite strong fear for my life’s end.
This is important for me, but nothing for most of the other existence in the world.
This fact will remain the same for sure even if I try to do whatever I can.
I’ll die and it’s just the death of one person.
The human is powerful enough to ignore and forget this fact.