The mystery of life

Picasso once said: “Go in the garden and ask the rose its meaning.”

Of course, a rose doesn't need an explanation to be appreciated.

People are always in search of the meaning of life. Purpose.

But does life have a purpose?

What is the purpose of dancing? Of reading? Of painting? Of writing poetry?

Sometimes, some things seem to me as if they don´t have a purpose.

A healthy person doesn´t go to the doctor to inquire why he or she is healthy.

What is the purpose of health?

Perhaps the purpose of life is to be present, right here, right now. Perhaps everything else is decoration.

Life is a neverending collection of questions and answers. I´m constantly coming up with new questions and I´m also constantly forgetting the answers, or finding new ones.

It´s all a great, beautiful mystery.

Have a nice day,

Claudio.