"Why? Perhaps... it's because you haven't yet found the true meaning of your own existence..." the old man said, shaking his head. "From the moment of birth, life is destined to end in death. If that's the case, what is the meaning of being born at all? If you are fated to die today, would it not have been better to have never been born in the first place?"
"..." Lin Hui remained silent. He had pondered this question before, but he had no answer.
"A destitute man, suffering from hunger and cold every day, won't ponder the meaning of life. He will only desperately fight to improve his circumstances, to live a stable life with a full belly and warm clothes. That process of striving for self-improvement, and the final goal, that is the meaning he has found," the old man explained.
"Are you saying I lack a need?" Lin Hui asked.
