Musings: On Art and life

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 What are the chances? Everything we know can be immortalized; thus is the purpose of Art. Nothing ever lasts, but in our memories everything never ends. This is the contradiction of human nature. We don’t know when to stop searching for a meaning that will never be found. What if we stopped? Then we die, for life without an unfulfilled hope and an unreachable goal is unbearable. Why? Because the day we stop hoping and our wishes are fulfilled is the day we die. We don’t have anything more worth living, nor love nor hate nor spite. Is hope what gives us the fuel, and in days like ours, when everything seems to be falling out a cliff in fire leaving our civilization ruined… How many hopes have been extinguished? Society doesn’t understand this unreacheable and bright nature of Art and life; it tells us to give up and to consume everything in a last blaze of egoism and false glory at the cost of all: nature, life, kindness. How is a life worth living without those three pillars? As with the fadement of Hope, the rejection of them makes us little ghosts afraid of truly living. Or corpses.

So I tell you this: never be afraid of crying and hoping. Love your everything and this wretched world of ours. Even if your only hope is a half remembered oath to leave a better place. Even when all people around you tells you not to. They are deluded. They are maybe very consciously making the decision of bringing their doom because for them nothing matters; their spirit and soul has already died long ago. They don’t matter all that much, because hope is in human nature and if you can bring yourself to treat others with dignity and kindness all while keeping your very bright flame alive then they will hope too. Everything you do can have meaning if you want; the universe is nothing in comparison with your live and this material earth- we don’t matter to it and it shouldn’t matter to us. Its only use is reminding us that nothing ever truly ends. Even if you are afraid; after this Earth there will be infinite more worlds as there are now, and there have been before. Use this unending force and remember: your are part of it. You act, and you can act anyway you want because it doesn’t matter at the same time it matters. 

And all of this is so difficult. There are time when I don’t want to leave my bed or when I want to break everything in a fit of rage because: why?= why nobody else sees what I see? But to think like that is deluding oneself; we are never truly alone and I can act and others are already reacting and I will see this world changed for the better. And if my final goal is unreachable and my lasts hopes are unfulfilled then is all for the better because I will have lived a life worth living. Nobody will tell me what can or cannot I do. Never let yourself down for more than a moment. Cry and stand up. We are all that matters in a unfeeling Earth.

(And Art is what gives form to all of our hopes and fears. It has taught me almost everything I know about life and others lifes and it is, in its intensity a human creation. When all seems lost reach it to remind yourself you are still alive. And live life as an artist: perceiving, loving and accepting all things in their weirdness.)