What if I'm not the same person as I was just two seconds ago? What if instead of living a smooth, complete life, every second I am a new person inheriting all the feeling and memory of my predecessor and constantly erasing my old self and building a new one?

Sometimes I feel like this. Like I'm changing and like I can't always remember who I am. I remember what I did yesterday, I remember what I did last week, I remember what I did last year, but that person in my memory is not me.

It's kinda like what happens to a lot of antiques nowadays. One leg on an antique stool gets replaced, and soon another, and another. Soon the whole stool will be a replacement, but somehow, we can still call it an antique.

I guess it's a good thing.