As time ticks to 12:00am, yesterday is gone. It’s a new day.
As last day of a month ends, previous month ends. It’s a new month.
As spring comes, winter fades away. It’s a new year.
As one dies, one’s life ends. Is it a new life? If it is, then who?
My grandfather died few years ago. He is a University psychology professor. I still remember the time we spent together. I still remember he explains psychological books to me. Last year, my son was born. One left from my life, and another arrived in my life.
What’s the meaning of life? What happens when I die? Will I ever find out?