The beauty of life is a watchful guard for those who struggle to come to the surface of their most hidden seabed, to wake up from the lethargy they had fallen into when they decided to keep their eyes closed to all truth, to live cowardly but so similar to their fellow human beings lest they spoil their flow. Always the flow of others and the illusion that this is life holds well, but the beauty of life as you taste it, you are not alone, you have that company.The beauty of life smiles behind every difficulty and gives you the strength not to get bogged down! It gives you an unexpected caress from where you never expected it and everything changes, everything beautifies as nature comes to life after the rain. Life is nature, life is the fruit of the earth with the sky and blessed by the breath of universal love! But you lost this journey of hers in dimensions and remained stuck in a soil that you do not even recognize as your own primordial material, but as useless dust! When it is windy it sticks up and hides your pictures, when it rains the leaves fall and rot and worms come out, when it is hot it hardens and you can not walk easily, when it is cold you freeze and you want to be closed and away from life! You accuse this soil of giving birth to weeds, while you have the weeds inside you,the beauty of life does not accept submission, it does not accept a bowed head but eyes high, a quick look to recognize it and to cancel with it all ugliness! The beauty of life is not subject to religions, dogmas, movements and blinded truths! She does not listen with her hands to her ears, she does not see with her eyes closed, she does not feel her heart closed! The beauty of life always wears its warmest smile, puts a bag on her head and goes out dancing in the rain, lives by the sea where the water joins the land, gazes at a lighthouse but does not feel alone because she looks at the lighthouse keeper who reverently she watches to warn the ships, gently touches the rocks to feel the curves of the wild earth and tastes as if it were the first time she has cut the fruit when she climbed the tree alone.whatever I tell you about the beauty of life, nothing can reach it if you do not want to see it yourself! No matter how many images I describe to you, no matter how many moments of beauty, none compares to the one you lived through, with your own eyes, with your own hands, with your own ears, with your own lips. Life has a lot of bad things that could dominate an entire life in your life, but there is so much beauty out there that has the power to erase every pain, every disgust, every ugliness.