A thought for today: life is painfully beautiful. Why? Because pain is an integral part of our journey called “life.”
People love to live. We all want to stay in this world for as long as possible. Of course, while writing that people love to live, please remember that I do not have on my mind, suiciders. Probably I will never get to know why other humans want to commit suicide. If life is so painful that some of us want to commit suicide, why most of us love to live? I would say that it is a paradox of our existence. The fact is that we all will never get what we want. Even the wealthiest people on this planet cannot buy life for their money. Artists can live forever, but not physically, but in people’s minds and hearts.
Pain accompanies human civilization since the very beginning. When a child is born, pain (both mental and physical) appears during the initial parting with the mother.
We see that newbies unconsciously suffer at the initial stage of life. From that time onwards, both physical and mental pain will accompany these people until their death. That’s why life is painful. We always try to minimalize pain. Still, we cannot escape or leave it behind.
So if discomfort follows us our whole life, why, in general, we love to live?
The answer is obvious. If you read this post, it means that probably you live somewhere in a quiet and peaceful place. Perhaps it means also that you possess access to food, water, regular clothes, the internet, etc. Moreover, nobody bombs your house. Speaking shortly: you can focus on your beloved ones, your passion, and on money-making. Making a career is a trendy word today. A lot of people are focusing on it. When we have money, we can buy a lot of things (but not everything), which makes our lives happier and less painful. I believe that the whole process of life, including spending time with your beloved ones, having a passion, making a career, is something for which we all want to live.
No matter what (if anything) will happen to us, after our death, most of us know it is probably some destination for which we do not want to come over too quickly.
We merely want to enjoy our life. Regarding myself, I want to stress that, even though my brother died when I was young, a significant part of my time, I try to focus on my beloved Kamilka, my parents, and my passion. For me, life is, indeed, painfully beautiful. My hobby is, of course, taking photographs, writing texts, managing my blog, and designing new numbers of my “Diaries.”
