first breath, and simultaneously with the first cry ... From that moment, with the first breath of air, we are starting to be.
Birth
Surprisingly this is the first and most important moment in my life - a moment of transition from a state of rest, infinite peace and absolute security of the world beautiful, but strange and unpredictable, full of deafening sound and a blinding light.On the one hand this moment gives us the most precious - life, and the other - lays in us not to fear and dread, but rather a lack of understanding of what is happening.Why are people born?Why God, nature, mother - those who are called to love, protect and defend, deny, pushed, forced to abandon the warmth and comfort and enjoy the marvelous though, but full of dangers of life?Is there any sense in it?Is it possible that truly loves is in danger of a loved one?
What man is born?
Every morning we wake up, wash, dress, have breakfast in a hurry run out towards life ... She's a lady fickle and demanding - we are ready with joy to offer us everything, whatever we wish to inspire and dragging along, that drastically without warning, turns his back to us.We, in turn, covers the excessive bliss, on the contrary, the infinite sorrow and grief.We then fly on the wings of happiness, then embarks on an incredible adventure and embark on the path of war and the fight against misery, then hung his head with sadness and regret about not come true ... But one day comes to us quite different, incomparable joy nor sorrow -the idea of what a person is born.It has a head, dumbfounded and silently away, leaving a dull, aching pain - what is it all, what is the meaning of all these continuously successive victories and defeats?
different answers come
Is there really an answer to the question: "Why are people born?" Yes and no.Each of us asks himself this question, who in his youth, who in adulthood, and who in his old age, and everyone should, on their own, in absolute solitude, like birth and death, to find an answer.As a result, response of each individual - it is the very truth - precious word that echoes around the world and become, let small, but so dear and indispensable part of the great whole - the Universe.In humans, the religious dilemma of "to be or not to be" and "what a person is born" is solved naturally, because faith in God - in the Creator of Heaven and Earth, is the answer - we have to live for God.But people of true believers is not so much.Therefore, the rest are looking for meaning in the family, in love, in work, in work, in a kind of duty, in the struggle, some - in the enjoyment, rushing from side to side, or in an effort to surround yourself with the comforts and pleasures.How many people, so many options.Every "fingerprint" - a unique and amazing beauty pattern, which has a right to be.
Conclusion
Yet the search for truth does not stop, and it should not.For example, Leo Tolstoy wondered, "Why a person is born in the world" until old age, believing that every time gives only an interim response.Or maybe all life, everything in this world, visible and invisible - there is an endless chain with an infinite number of units, each of which - between.And if it suddenly set his face to be true, irrefutable and undeniable, it will be the end and the chain will become isolated, and with it the infinity of life.Link does not acknowledge the truth prevoznesёt and glorify life and bring down it and along with it itself.
What if the answer to the question "Why do people born on the earth," "What is the great meaning of life" will become not beautiful slozhnopodchinёnnoe offer with a lot of deep thinking, and one simple phrase, one simple idea - "life for life. "Remember the legend of the Phoenix - the sacred bird of the ancient Egyptians, who at a certain hour burns itself in the cell again to be reborn from the ashes.Amazing, is not it?So distant galaxies exploding "dying" stars, wrapping himself slowly expanding nebula, extraordinarily beautiful and mysterious, then back to "rise" of gas and dust.So dazzling colors of summer make the last gasp, giving us no less intense red-purple hues of autumn, then to disappear, disappear under the weight of the cold blue, and later, when no one is waiting to rise again and reappear.So a person from the moment of birth until death, and is undergoing many more births and deaths, and every time a spiritual rebirth accompanied by all the same anguish, tears and pain.This vicious circle - uncompromising and sometimes zhestochayschaya struggle of life and death, while their unity - is the foundation of the Universe, its comprehensive and overwhelming beauty and love.Why are people born?To become a part of this beauty to subsequently dissolve it and thereby continue it.And there is no end to ...
