I see so many pictures with comments both on Facebook and Instagram that life is marvelous that I decided to write that life is beautiful.
Sometimes I wonder if some people who do not know me but visit my website think that I am a sad person. At first glance, by watching my pictures, one can imagine that my existence could be miserable. Still, I hope that after reading most of my posts, people can change their minds. Even if I present such a weird set of pictures like „Death,” I am convinced that life is beautiful. Why do I not write about this theme more frequently? For me, the slogan „life is beautiful” is cliche. Of course, there is a lot of truth in banality. Perhaps most people living on this planet (except would-be suicide or people with depression) know that life is beautiful. I do not see any reason for constantly repeating that the existence is compelling.
Thus, I try to focus here, on my blog, on other issues connected with life, not necessarily associated with the broadly defined happiness and beauty.
If I repeated in every post that existence is marvelous, I would bore not only myself but also you, my Dear Friend. I often ask myself many existential questions regarding broadly defined existence. The truth that life is beautiful does not bother me to seek universal truths about humanity or the Universe, even if I know that we will never find answers to many questions. For me, it is the intellectual essence of a beautiful life. Religions, sciences, cultures, art, or a mix of all these things (e.g., alchemy): all these things try to solve a mystery of why we appeared in this world and what is the aim of our existence. Simultaneously we all feel that life is beautiful. Why? Because most of us, perhaps 99% of people, merely do not want to die.
PS
I wrote this text on the 4th of May, 2021.
