Because some time ago I started writing something on the Internet. I thought it shouldn't be difficult to write something, after all, I don't have such high requirements for myself, as long as the sentences are smooth, there are no typos, and people have a little harvest or a little warmth and happiness, even if it's just a few minutes of pastime, then I'm happy.
But after turning on the computer and starting to type, I realized that my memory had degraded a lot, and I couldn't type many words that I remembered, and I forgot how to express what I wanted to say. There are many times when I have to look up a dictionary to write a text, and I have to use it to see if there are any mistakes in the words or words I use. Fortunately, there are some typos that the helper will warn about, but sometimes it may not be. What's even harder is that I seem to have an appropriate sentence or word in my head to describe what I want to say, but when I try to type it, I can't find any trace of it.
I don't know if everyone at my age has this phenomenon, or if it's actually a precursor to Alzheimer's disease. But anyway, I like to write about it. Even if the words are not so beautiful, even the things that are remembered are a little blurry. But I still like to record the bits and pieces of life through words, and express my feelings and thoughts at this moment.
Sometimes, I think back to the funny stories of my childhood, those innocent laughter and the joy of childhood. Sometimes, I think of the people who have been with me, and their words and smiles have become precious treasures in my life. Sometimes, I occasionally think about the meaning of life and the value of my existence.
Although I can't express my thoughts and feelings as easily as I used to, I still want to persevere. Because I know that these words are not only for myself, but also for those who have accompanied me, and for those who have appeared in my life, but left at a certain moment, I hope that through my words, I can convey a kind of warmth and strength, so that more people can feel the beauty and meaning of life.
For example, a friend I know said that he had hoarded tens of millions of dollars of wine so that when he was gone, his son would still think of him as a person whenever he saw it. Of course, I don't have the ability to stock up on precious things for my children, so that my children can see things and think about people at that time, and I don't have the idea that my children must remember me. I just want to write a few words to prove that I have been in this world, that I have been here, that I have been so ...... real being
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