There are some events that you considered very important, something so significant or worth attention, in your life. It turned out that you forgot about it before long.

There are other things that seemed so unimportant, some meaningless details in your life, or some silly games you thought you would forget soon. It keeps coming back to you. It hardly faded as you expected – even when you’re old enough to feel that you couldn’t remember well as before.

It is a pain in my heart that something still matters …

From the time when I was about 30, I started to become seriously scared of death. Almost ten years later, I pondered more about what exactly people or myself being afraid of about death. There are at least two different kinds of fear about death. The fear of the very inevitability of death at all. And the fear of a death coming too soon. I eventually realized that I’m much more afraid of the very fact that I will die some day than an immediate death. Die now or ten years later? Who cares? I’ve already lived what I could have lived.