

Living life cannot be defined by any specific content. What is life? What is its meaning? What is its purpose? The answer is only one: in life itself. Life itself is of the highest value, full of mysterious depth. Any manifestation of a living being can be full of life, and then it will be beautiful, bright and valuable; but there is no life, and the same phenomenon becomes dark, dead, and, like grave worms, questions begin to swarm in it: why? What for? What is the meaning? We do not live to do good, just as we do not live to fight, love, eat or sleep. We do good, we fight, we eat, we love, because we live.