svetikya Chapter 744 Why are you so worried about me?
Chapter 744 Why are you so worried about me?
I stayed with my mother for a while, and only left her body after her condition got better. It seemed that her condition was getting worse and worse, to a very frightening degree. My mother's body could not heal on its own, and the panic after the wound became more and more serious.
It has become so serious that I cannot even rest if I don't sleep with my mother. At night, when my mother is sleeping soundly, I will use my hand to feel her breath. Only when the warm breath of her breath touches my hand can I feel alive.
This nervousness is contagious, and my mother seems to have noticed it.
Nuolinxi has been feeling very strange recently. Every night, the child always puts his hand on his nose. Why does he have to smell her breath every time she goes to sleep?
Why am I still awake? Because the terminal is connected. It's like staying up all night reading novels in my previous life, but this time I can directly present my thoughts in my mind without using my eyes, which more or less relaxes my eyes.
The child seemed very worried about dying inexplicably. If he really died, he wondered if the Eye of God could be passed down to his children, so that they could at least survive...
Life continued in peace. The child's worries didn't seem to come true. In the blink of an eye, more than a month had passed. The wound still couldn't heal as quickly as before, but I had regained my sense of being human. It was amazing. The feeling of the curse didn't seem to exist. The curse of immortality, did it really not exist? Or was it hidden deeper?
"Don't worry so much, little Eldana. I really won't inexplicably close my eyes forever in my sleep. Mommy promises you, okay? If Mommy really chooses to leave, she will do something great before she does, rather than leaving forever inexplicably in sadness, pain, and loneliness. That wouldn't be the perfect exit I envision."
What I want is a perfect exit, because I am really tired. I don't know why, but fatigue has already filled my body. Maybe the feeling of tiredness has already become inseparable. I am too tired to open my eyes. I want to fall into a deep sleep forever and have a good dream. I have experienced the feeling of life, but I have not experienced death immersed in the earth veins.
Is death something to be afraid of? Perhaps, everyone is afraid of the coming of death. Or perhaps it is beautiful, after all, everyone seems to be very beautiful.
No one who has died would slap me in the face and tell me how painful death is. After all, they can no longer do that. No one is complaining, which means it's not bad, probably...
If death is really painful and no one can accept it, that would be even more tragic. People should accept death. Of course, it is also very sad that death arbitrarily deprives those who work hard to live of their destiny, isn't it?
"I have been thinking about what kind of death will allow everything to return to normal? Am I afraid of death? No, I am no longer afraid of death. I have prepared everything I can. I hope this moment will come sooner or later."
"As for me, I've never wanted to escape from all this. Death and life are the same to me. The only thing I don't want is to be born. Maybe I'm the kind of person who would seek death?"
Although he seems to be full of motivation for life, in fact he has been struggling in unspeakable pain for a long time.
The new body can indeed allow the brain to return to normal temporarily, feel the beauty of real life, escape from the oppressive environment, and when everything is moving towards a better stage, it unexpectedly becomes forever fearful.
My life now is quite meaningful. If possible, I hope to live longer, at least to see my children live happily and independently, right?
My child is the continuation of me, the continuation of my consciousness, and the continuation of my life. Of course, I will also feel fear towards my child. Can a child be more perfect than myself?
How terrifying it is! What does it mean to have a child who is more perfect than yourself?
"It means I'm not irreplaceable. Perhaps everyone has to accept the future, a life where another child might replace me. After all, if they're capable, their child can be better than me. Of course, I've also encountered children who are not as good as me."
Talking to myself has become a very strong habit. I like talking to myself, and sometimes we even argue with each other because of my own opinions. It's weird, right?
"What have I always been afraid of? I used to think I was afraid of dying, but now I'm afraid of being replaced, afraid of being useless. I hope I can save more people. Everyone should be happy, right?"
I hope everyone is happy. What a beautiful wish, a wish that should be praised by people, but also a wish that is difficult to realize, a wish that is constantly repeated in tragedy...
No one can fulfill your wishes, so you can only struggle in pain, waiting for the so-called hope to come, waiting for tomorrow, but can you really make everything come true by waiting?
The answer is no. No one can gain so much by waiting. Whether it is painful, sad or beautiful, it is shaped by yourself today.
So, starting from today, if you are a guy who doesn’t want to do anything, think carefully about what your tomorrow will be like if you continue like this. I don’t mean to blame you. It’s like telling your past self that you should work harder. After all, life gets better little by little.
Of course, this sentence is just to comfort yourself. It is best not to listen to what others say to you, especially those who are much higher in status than you, such as your direct relatives. When they say this to you, most of the time they hope that you will continue to work hard and in vain.
When different people say this, it means different things. If someone close to you says this, maybe you should really think about it, provided that the other person is indeed someone who can perceive correctly.
Today is about to end, and everything has been completed. Looking at the sun slowly setting outside the window, perhaps I can finally feel at peace at this moment.
I don't have to think about anything, I don't have to do anything. I can just complain a little and live my life quietly. Everything seems to have returned to the way it used to be, the way I loved it. But is this really enough to make me happy? Is it enough to make me feel at ease? My fussing is unbearable, but loneliness is also unbearable, isn't it? Both are unbearable...