Phantasy World

I question the purpose of my existence in this world. It is as though I am living for others instead for myself.  My time belong to others... my life belong to others. No matter how hard I tried to withdraw myself away, many things would happen that forced me back to the fact that I exist for others. I am here to take on all the hardships that brought to me by others and it is as though that I deserved it and I have no rights to complain about it. . . . . . . my troubles are nothing.  My worries are nothing.  My health is nothing.  Everything abt 'me' doesn't matter at all.  For I am here to serve others, live for others, suffer because of others. If what she said was true, I am probably here to 赎罪. Or perhaps, that's the only reason that I can use to convince myself that my existence is purely for the sake of others. If a person is born with the soul, and if the soul dispersed, that person will never co...