It was the noon of early autumn, with the sun blazing brilliantly. Looking up at the sky where white clouds drifted lazily, I seemed to catch a glimpse of my own smiling face...
I once read a story in a book: A young man in his early twenties, despairing after suffering massive losses in the stock market, chose to jump off a four-story building. However, in the instant he leaped, fate played a cruel trick on him. As he fell past the window of the third floor, he witnessed a family being forcibly evicted by their landlord after their belongings were seized to pay off debts. Reaching the second floor, he saw a couple engaged in a fierce fight; the husband, enraged, had raised a kitchen knife, while their young son cried nearby. Falling to the first floor, he observed a gambling addict snatching the hard-earned money from his wife, beating and abusing her.
Witnessing these scenes, a sudden wave of regret washed over him. He realized that his life was actually not so bad: at least he had a place to live, with no elderly parents to support or young children to raise. With the little money he had left, he could still build his own world with his own hands. But death shows no mercy to anyone. By the time the realization struck, it was already too late. He crashed heavily onto the cold ground. Those who witnessed his tragic death felt, in that moment, that they were truly blessed to be alive.