A neighbor in the village just passed away, I heard it was lung cancer, 62 years old. Last year, he went back home after working outside and could still walk normally, but this year it seems he hasn't gone out much at home. In the past two weeks, six or seven people have died. When working in other cities, I heard about many deaths, like during the pandemic in Shanghai, there were too many deaths, many jumping off buildings, but I didn't know any of them, so I didn't feel much. Seeing many people around me die one after another, I realize that living healthily is very important, to be brave to live, not to worry about many things, not to be afraid. Are we afraid of death? After death, everything becomes empty, all meaning resets. While alive, being healthy, brave, and loving is the most important.