I used to think about “why me”, this question has confused
me for a long time. Why I was determined to be myself, why I was born by my
parents, not others, and why I was not my friend and my friend was not me
either. These series of questions confused me a lot like an endless spiral. Of course,
before the time I began to learn about gene and biology.
Life is a dictionary made up of different vocabs. Life is a
encyclopaedia, everything was new for you when you were a infant, then more you
look over it, the more familiar you will be with it. Life is like an allegory, you
will always accomplish something from each story of your life and others’.
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