Life begins with birth—a journey into the unknown. Each of us is born through a chain of coincidences, chosen out of billions of possibilities. Maybe it’s luck, or maybe it’s not. It depends on how we see things. And that’s what shapes us: the way we look at life.
A newborn baby, leaving the warm and familiar space of the womb, might feel like it’s approaching the end of something. Maybe for the baby, life was what happened inside, and birth feels like death. But in truth, it’s not the end—it’s the beginning. A new door opens into a different world.
In the same way, what we call death might just be another kind of birth. A doorway to another world, another state of being. If we could believe this, wouldn’t it give us strength instead of fear?
But this isn’t just about death. Why do we live? What does it mean to live well? Who decides how we should live? What shapes our desires, our wishes?
Life is much simpler than we think. We don’t miss a feeling we’ve never known. We don’t crave a fruit we’ve never tasted. That’s why learning to live simply, to want less, can actually make us stronger. Simple wants, a simple life—this might be the most honest definition of the art of living.
Why do we make breathing so hard? We’re always caught between trying to control and losing control. Letting go, going with the flow, living in the moment—these aren’t just nice phrases. They are ways for the soul to heal.
Love, if you can. Don’t love what you don’t—just don’t keep it too close. Everything has a reason, but you don’t have to understand it all. Sometimes you just need to accept.
Read, but read things that deepen you.
Travel, but go where you find meaning.
Don’t expect clarity from those who are confused themselves.
You will meet many people who are not ready for you. Maybe their time will come. Maybe it won’t. But that’s not your call. Don’t try to change people. Don’t try to show them what they don’t want to see, or make them hear what they’re not ready to hear. Those who are open will see. Those who are ready will hear.
This is my art of living:
To befriend the flow.
To simplify.
Not to force.
To be shy.
Not to search for meaning, but to rest within it.
To live… like it’s an art. After all, only the artist truly knows the real meaning of their work of art; all other interpretations are subjective.