One night, my cousin and I stayed up all night to work. He was studying for his pilot exam and I was editing my book. At around 4am, I was laying on the ground staring at the computer screen, immersed in the content. My cousin then gets up from his desk and lays on the ground and says to me, “are you afraid of death? Is that why you’re working so hard? Is that why?” And he falls asleep.
I glance at him with a moment of awkward introspection. My face falls onto the carpet while my hands still on the keyboard. I began to laugh and wander, “what’s driving me in this?”
After a few minutes, I quietly returned to the document, a bit more relaxed, a bit more honest and at ease with my thoughts.