Fourth.

Imagine if there's an event where your whole life would be reflected on.

You were there watching everyone that you touches upon in your life. but none felt your physical existence.

Sometimes you will see them sobbing, alone, hiding their face, worried sometimes, that someone might see them.

Just imagine, your whole life would be there.

Sometimes laughter crack the silent atmosphere, sometimes the monk's chant are like music to your ears.

A mixture of emotion, sometimes happy, sometimes not, sometimes you feel like laughing along, sometimes not, sometimes you would want to wipe their tears, but you just can't, no matter how hard you try.

Imagine, all that that's matter in your life are right there with you.

To laugh or to cry, is when you realize all those that you're trying to achieve in your whole life, aren't necessary the most important thing, to the matter of fact, it's useless.

What lies in front of you, people that you might have neglected, you might have hurt, but the end of the day are the people that will remember and cherish every moment they have with you, through life and death.

After all we're all born the same way, a plain canvas. Painted by you and many around you. Slap a splash of paint on other canvas and they'll do the same. Often many wonders, when their picture is not painted their way, think again, you must not be always right.

If I could quote and copy, yet change, I'll say "think, un-think and re-think"