A Love for Life

Life is simply a surreal art. A double-edged sword. A two-sided coin. An enigmatic soul.

But who am I to speak about dualities and images?

Life isn't about those limiting things.

When you look at a surreal painting, it's not a direct output of a single idea. It's a multilayered, philosophical and existential work of art. And that's exactly what humans are at the core, we're multilayered philosophers and existentialists.

In between these lines of words, I'd like to stand for defense.

I'd like to defend the rebellious act of loving life. The act of loving being alive, and how this might be the one thing that could save our world.

From the moment that we are born, the most beautiful thing that we learn to do is the love the act of being alive.

Children wander about and their eyes glimmer at the sight of our wondrous world. If all truth lies in the nostalgic evidence of our childhood, then isn't truth actually so simple and beautiful?

If there's one thing I've learned from the Little Prince story. It's that growing older has distorted the way humans can look at life.

It is essential to go back to that nostalgic ephemeral state of child-like wonder and love for living.

The most difficult things we tackle in life are actually the simplest. And children understand this.

It's not necessary to know everything there is in the universe. The process and act of consistently being, existing, and loving; these three things keep a human soul at bay.

Three adversaries: suffering, non-existence, and indifference. These three things keep a human soul at the floor and deathbed of the galaxy's sea.