“Life is”

Many nights I have wondered what sense it makes to live, but I always end up reflecting on what

reasons I have to live (or to die, fortunately I have many more to live for) and it is not the same, it is

much more complicated, it is a world behind the clouds without having seen it before: this text is an

attempt of small lightning illuminating at least the clouds and at most a small surface.

Maybe the meaning of life is about doing something, looking for something, being something. The

meaning of life may be in seeking, precisely and ironically, the meaning of life. What if the

meaning of life is to look for a reason to live? Well, here my answer: You can live by all those

things that have mystery, all those things that never just get explained (art, love, the same life, etc.),

you can live for fear of death (to forget, to pain, etc.), where no matter how worn the Soles of shoes

or by many luxury cars that have pawn and king return to the same box, you can also live to help

other people to live better, live by some ideas... Well, you can live for many reasons, but... what

about the reasons for dying? They should be part of the meaning of life. To die out of curiosity (a

foolishness) to see what death is like or whatever, to die for an idea, to die... there are fewer reasons

to die, less reason to create this source that ignores the human selfishness of not letting someone

else live and continuing you by walking around. I think someone who has no reason why to die is

not worthy to live.

I see life and see a beginning and an end and maybe a new beginning, I see the universe and I see a

beginning and an end (if some theories are true) and maybe a new beginning. But I walk further and

realize that... the most normal everywhere at all times is to be dead and not to be alive. Poor life is

an anomaly, a privilege for some (for others not so much), we are a disease fighting time. From the

dust we come out and the dust we go. What if the meaning of life is to die? It should be the most
meaningful thing. Without death life would not make sense, then the question is... if death gives

meaning to life, what does death have to do with the meaning of life? Many people see life as a

linear thing on top of another line with a beginning and an end that means nothing, I see it as a

circle. The circle begins and until it closes (until the person dies) the circle does not make sense.

Infinite things don't make sense. The Greeks considered that things could only be and exist if they

had their limits, their delimitations, even the gods have their limitation (the fact of being born is

already a limitation, everything that came before birth has been lost, theirs is a circle that never it's

over... the theme of the Greek gods has a lot of itself, so I'd better not roll up).

Increasingly, this is a war. We are a disease, very fragile, but it has more and more strength. We are

a resistance to defeat our father: death. Maybe so, the meaning of life is to die! But why should I

follow my father's advice? Death wants us dead, and I don't talk about my selfishness for survival,

I'm talking about life in general. Death wants everything to go out and turn dark, cold and stone,

while we increasingly want to do the opposite. Go... then there are two questions to answer: What is

the meaning of one's life? What's the point of life in general? I suppose he talked all the time about

life in general and partly one's life. As I was saying, this is a war. We, an extremely and

exaggeratedly minuscule part within what encompasses death and the universe, are gradually

expanding our borders, know how to use life and that is just what death was not expected. We're

going to take down the father who devoured his children (I suppose everyone understands that I'm

not talking about an eternal person, but about living, being able to exist for a while, leave the place

to another, and that he continues to live for you)! Lets populate life (responsibly please) the whole

body of our opponent. We are a virus, and we have the survival chip that forces us to want to

survive, we are all born and want to live as long as possible. Nature is wise and kills us, but it

makes sure there are others who take our place to continue the offensive. Maybe our goal will be to
make sure that life won't go away, like good viruses we are. I'll keep fighting, for a better life. From

here you can keep thinking, I go back to the meaning of an individual's life.