First, what you have is all borrowed.
Before climbing Mount Everest, he thought success was mastering the pulse of business, commanding the respect of others, firmly believing that with enough effort, he could always hold onto what belonged to him. But in the moment the storm blew away his oxygen mask, even breathing became a luxury.
At this time, the middle-aged man kept recalling the near-death hallucinations brought on by the lack of oxygen. He didn't think of how much his company was worth, nor of the accolades he received. He only remembered the afternoons of his childhood, aimlessly chasing dragonflies by the riverside in his hometown. Back then, he had nothing, yet possessed the fullest happiness.
He suddenly understood that what truly belongs to him is never the external labels, but each moment of genuine sensation, warmth, heartbeat, pain...
