When it was drizzling tonight, I lay on the bed for a while. During this time, I didn't do anything, just trying to think about something. But now I forget what I was thinking at that time, or maybe I wasn't thinking about anything, just daydreaming, or just repeating what I had thought before. Regardless of which one it was, it is now a blank memory for me. Looking back, there are many such blanks in my life, big and small. Some last for a few hours, some for a few months, or even a year. These blanks are gradually increasing and expanding intermittently, even if life stops moving forward, they will increase and expand due to continuous forgetting.
A person's life consists of external experiences and internal activities. My external experiences are just like that. But where are the internal activities? It can be said that my inner self is constantly experiencing and going through something every moment, but I only remember the recent events that happened in my inner self. The ones that are a little further away are only fragmented and vague impressions. My inner self is like a shooting star crossing the sky, constantly experiencing events, dragging a short tail of memory, moving forward aimlessly.
Whether it is external or internal, most of my life is made up of blanks.