The first breath, and at the same time the first cry ... From that moment, with the first breath of air, we begin to BE.
Birth
Surprisingly, this is the first and most important moment in life - the moment of transition from a state of rest, infinite peace and absolute security into a world beautiful, but strange and unpredictable, full of deafening sounds and blinding light. On the one hand, this moment gives us the most invaluable - life, and on the other - it lays in us not so much fear and horror, but rather a misunderstanding of what is happening. Why is a person born? Why are God, nature, mother - those who are called to love, protect and protect, reject, push out, force to abandon warmth and comfort and plunge into life, even if it’s marvelous, but full of dangers? Does that make sense? Is it possible for a true lover to endanger the beloved?
Why is a person born?
Every morning we wake up, wash, dress, have breakfast and rush out to meet life ... She is a fickle and demanding lady - she is ready to gladly offer us everything we wish, inspiring and enthralling, she turns, abruptly, without warning, turns back to us. We, in turn, are embraced by exorbitant bliss, then, by contrast, endless sadness and sorrow. We either fly on the wings of happiness, then embark on incredible adventures or embark on the path of war and struggle with adversity, then hang our heads, sad and regret the unfulfilled ... But one day, a completely different thing comes to us that cannot be compared either with joy or sadness - the thought of why a person is born. She hits on the head, stuns and silently leaves, leaving a dull, aching pain - what is all this for? What is the point of all these continuously changing victories and defeats?
Different answers come
Is there really an answer to the question: “Why is a person born?” Yes and no. Each of us asks himself this question, who in youth, who in adulthood, and who in extreme old age, and each must himself, alone, in absolute solitude, as at birth and death, find the answer to it. As a result, the answer of each specific person - this is the very truth - an invaluable word that echoes throughout the world and becomes, albeit small, but so expensive and irreplaceable part of the vast whole - the Universe. A person has the religious dilemma of "to be or not to be" and "why a person was born" is naturally solved, since faith in God is in the Creator of Heaven and Earth, and there is an answer - you need to live for God. But there are not many true believers. Therefore, the rest are looking for meaning in the family, in love, in creativity, in work, in some duty, in the struggle, some in pleasure, rushing from side to side, or in the desire to surround themselves with amenities and pleasures. How many people, so many options. Every “fingerprint” is a unique and amazingly beautiful pattern that deserves to be.
Conclusion
Nevertheless, the search for truth does not stop, and it should not. For example, Leo Tolstoy asked himself the question “Why is a person born in the world” until old age, believing that each time he gives only an intermediate answer. Or maybe all living things, everything that exists in this world, visible and invisible, is an endless chain with an infinite number of links, each of which is intermediate. And if suddenly it intends to become truth, indisputable and indisputable, then it will become finite and the chain will close, and with it the infinity of life. The link of recognized truth will not exalt and glorify life, but will bring it down, and with it itself.
But what if the answer to the questions “Why is a person born on earth”, “What is the great meaning of life” is not a beautiful complex sentence with many deep thoughts, but one simple phrase, one simple thought - “life for life”. Remember the legend of the Phoenix - the sacred bird of the ancient Egyptians, which at a certain hour burns itself in a cage in order to be reborn from the ashes. Amazing right? So in distant galaxies “dying” stars explode, enveloping themselves in a slowly expanding nebula, unusually beautiful and mysterious, so that later it again “rises” from gas and dust. So the dazzling colors of summer take their last breath, giving us no less saturated red-purple shades of autumn, so that later they disappear, disappear under the yoke of blue colds, and later, when no one is waiting, rise again and reappear. So a person from the moment of birth and until his death undergoes many more births and deaths, and every time a spiritual rebirth is accompanied by all the same torment, tears, pain. This vicious circle - the implacable, and sometimes even fierce struggle of life with death, and at the same time their unity - is the basis of the Universe, its all-encompassing and all-consuming beauty and love. Why was a man born? To become part of this beauty, to subsequently dissolve in it and thereby continue it. And there is no end to that ...