Last night, I thought about the reason why I read.
I also like to listen to others talking their own stories.
We are trivial existences. This world has had a long history and it will continue for another thousands of years.
Why we are born and live only for 80 years or 100 years?
Lives of most people don't make any difference to this world.
Why we are born in the first place?
However trivial and subtle existence we are, our lives are the treasures to ourselves.
However small parts our lives play in this long history, there is something to tell.
What is us?
As a part of my efforts to know what our lives are about, I read.
Hard to put it...
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