I am the type of person who thinks more about the past. It happens naturally, maybe due to the age.
Some memories are indeed painful. I often recall them. The memories just come. Among all of them, the death of family members has a deep sadness on me, especially the death of my parents and my younger sibling. Among the three, my younger sibling’s death was the most painful. I blame my inability to help him in his last moments of life.
Things outside of death have less impact on me. Some even make me feel silly and embarrassed and remind me of my limitations as an ordinary human being who is not free from mistakes.
Taking time to remember things that happened in the past is beneficial. It can lead to wisdom and awareness of one’s position in the universe; we are just a speck of dust whose destiny is not entirely determined by ourselves; the rotation of the universe also influences it.
Returning to the death of my younger sibling, the sadness I feel decreases as time goes by. I am determined to help my late brother’s children complete their education. My sister and I worked together to help them, occasionally taking the deceased’s wife and children out for a family picnic.
I am the type of person who thinks more about the past. It happens naturally, maybe due to the age. A part of me still lives in the past. Anyway, I try looking at it from the positive side. It is beneficial for making more mature and less emotional plans/decisions.





