Two days ago I received the news that my cousin's grandpa passed away. It's really sad, because he was blind in one eye and at the end of last year he was so clumsy with his movements he fell down a lot. His wife passed two years earlier, around CNY. My memories of her would be following my aunt to her house to make CNY cookies every year since i was 14 til 17, and her sitting in the living room watching tv. She was a nice pleasant old lady with limited mobility due to a mild stroke, and every time I was there she'd strike up small talks with me. For a young person, I do enjoy the companies of old people. I don't mind talking to old people. They're full of history and life stories.
I want some people to live forever. Others, not so much. To me, people who reproduce late in life are selfish people. If you have a child at the age of 40, given that you'll live until 70, your child only have 30 years to spend with you. 30 years can pass by in the blink of an eye. I am already 21, and thinking about people close to me dying is a very terrifying anxiety-inducing thought. On one end of the spectrum I want to go out and explore the world but on the other hand, I feel the need to spend more time with the people closest to me before their time is up. I don't know.
