How I feel the change of time.
Instead of tracking the change of the sun or moon, I put an eye on a piece of leaf in my bedroom. The mouth of the bottle is too small so that the leaf couldn’t get enough air to breathe. It died in a few days, which makes me think of one feature we feel the time is that things will get old, will expire or die someday in the future.
Sep.19th, I went back to Shenyang to attend my cousin’s wedding and got to visit my grandparents. My grandpa was diagnosed with Alzheimer’s disease in 2013. Since then, every tik-tok seems like a countdown to his life. His memory vanished gradually, and he barely knows anyone now. I find that the expiry date is always earlier than the exact date of expiring. Then what about people? Is there an expiry date before death?