I often think to myself, what is life?
At night, I was writing under the lamp, a moth kept flying above my head, bothering me. The second he stopped flying, I reached out my arm and caught him. A little squeeze from my hand, and he couldn't move. He struggled against the pressure, using all his strength to flap his wings. I felt the mightiness of life squirming in my hand. So powerful. So energetic. The moth's desire to live shocked me. I couldn't help but let it go.
Through the cracks in the wall came a cantaloupe seed, a few days passed, and miraculously, there grew a small melon seedling growing in the wall. In that tiny seed contained the great power of life! It could break through any tough shell, and grow in an environment with no sunlight, no soil, and even though it only lived a few days, it grew stronger each and every day.
One time, I used a doctor's stethoscope, quietly listening to my own heartbeat. It beat steadily, one after another. I was stunned, this was my life, belonging only to me. I could do great things with it, or I could completely ruin it. I was responsible for it, and everything was up to me.
Even though life isn't long, we can still live our limited lives, to unlimited values. And so I decided, to cherish life, to make sure it doesn't go to waste, and to live it gloriously.