Our world and its people are beautiful, and all life is a wonder. As a primarily artistic person, I sometimes think I am the worst kind of addict, a person addicted not to some drug of choice, but rather, selfishly, addicted to the magical potion that makes life wonderful and worth living. And what is this magical potion? It is an elixir composed of everything good: warmth, kindness, compassion, hope, love, sunlight, beauty, and so on. And, my god, I must have it to live!
“Love many things, for therein lies the true strength, and whosoever loves much performs much, and can accomplish much, and what is done in love is done well.” ― Vincent Van Gogh
Yet sometimes, I feel a sense of kindness or compassion so overwhelming I feel as though I might break apart. Sometimes, I am filled with such a profound sense of love that I cannot fathom how it is possible to ever live without that love constantly and forever inside me. Sometimes, I see beauty so extreme I feel the need to tear my eyes out to keep myself from going crazy. And so my wonder of being alive is tempered by this ‘unbearable lightness of being’. And, for me, it is this unbearable lightness that makes Life its own reward. It’s what keeps me going. It is what gives me the strength to keep putting one foot in front of the other when life is hard. And, ultimately, this unbearable lightness of being is the peace I will surrender myself to after thinking my final thoughts at the end of my life.