Why is man born? - that is the question...

The first sigh, and simultaneously with it the first cry ... It is from this moment with the first breath of air that we begin to BE.

Birth

Surprisingly this is the first and most important moment in life - the moment of transition from a state of peace, endless pacification and absolute security to a beautiful world, but strange and unpredictable, full of deafening sounds and blinding light. On the one hand this moment gives us the most priceless - life, and on the other - lays in us not only fear and horror, but rather a misunderstanding of what is happening. Why is man born? Why is God, nature, mother - those who are called to love, protect and protect, reject, push, force to give up warmth and coziness and plunge into a marvelous but full of dangers life? Is there any sense in this? Is it possible that a truly loving person expose the dangers of a loved one?

Why is man born?

Every morning we wake up, wash, dress, have breakfast, and run out to meet life in a hurry ... She is a lady inconstant and demanding - she is ready to gladly offer us everything we wish, inspiring and enthralling us, then turning sharply, without warning, turns Back to us. We, in turn, then embrace exorbitant bliss, then, on the contrary, endless sorrow and sorrow. We then fly on the wings of happiness, then we embark on incredible adventures or enter the path of war and struggle with adversity, then we hang our heads, we are sad and sorry for the unfulfilled ... But one day something completely different comes to us, not comparable neither with joy nor with sorrow- The idea of why a person is born. She hits the head, dumbfounded and silently leaves, leaving a dull, aching pain - why all this is necessary, what is the meaning of all these successive victories and defeats?

Answers are different

Is there really an answer to the question: "Why is a man born?" And yes, and no. Each of us asks himself this question to himself, who in his youth, who is in maturity, and who is in deep old age, and each must himself, alone, in absolute solitude, at birth and death, find an answer to it. As a result, the answer of each individual person is the same truth - an invaluable word that echoes around the world and becomes, albeit small, but so expensive and indispensable part of a huge whole - the Universe. A person has a religious dilemma "to be or not to be" and "why a man was born" is solved naturally, since faith in God is the Creator of Heaven and Earth, and there is an answer - to live is necessary for God. But there are not so many true believers. Therefore, others seek meaning in the family, in love, in creativity, in work, in some debt, in the struggle, some in pleasure, rushing from side to side, or in an effort to surround themselves with comforts and pleasures. How many people, so many options. Every "fingerprint" is a unique and amazing beauty pattern that has the right to be.

Conclusion

And yet the search for truth does not stop, and should not. For example, Lev Nikolaevich Tolstoy wondered "Why a man is born in the world" to the very old age, believing that each time gives only an interim response. And maybe everything living, all 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, it will become finite and the chain will be closed, and with it the infinity of life. The link of the recognized truth does not exalt and glorify life, but will bring down it, and with it, and itself.

And what if the answer to the questions "Why a man is born on earth", "What is the great meaning of life" will not be a beautiful complex sentence with a lot of deep thought, but one simple phrase, one simple thought - "life for life." Remember the tale of Phoenix, the sacred bird of the ancient Egyptians, which burns itself in a cage at a certain hour, to be reborn from the ashes again. It's amazing, is not it? So in distant galaxies, "dying" stars explode, enveloping themselves in a slowly expanding nebula, extraordinarily beautiful and mysterious, in order then to "rebel" again from gas and dust. So the dazzling colors of summer make a last sigh, giving us no less intense red-purple shades of autumn, then to disappear, dissolve under the yoke of the blue cold, and later, when no one waits, rise again and reappear. So a person from the moment of birth until the day of his death undergoes many more births and deaths, and each time spiritual rebirth is accompanied by the same torment, tears, pain. This vicious circle - the irreconcilable, and sometimes cruel struggle between life and death, and at the same time their unity - is the basis of the Universe, its all-encompassing and all-absorbing beauty and love. Why was a man born? To become a part of this beauty, to later dissolve into it and thereby continue it. And there is no end to it ...