For too long, we have looked outward for information, meaning in life, excitement, happiness, but we have forgotten to look inward. The immeasurable depth inside us is actually the same with the immeasurable width of the world. True enough, the outside world is endless, everything to explore and nothing worth not seeing. But the same holds true for the inside of ourselves. In order to see into the depth of ourselves, we have to individualise in stages.
Firstly, we need to understand why do we exist, and be ourselves at whatever age we are at. Be it young and living vitality and vibrantly but also old and wise and taking less risks.
Short, but lastly, we should not see death as an end, but a goal. Not wanting to live is the same as not wanting to die. A young man who does not fight and conquer has missed the best part of his youth, and an old man who does not know hoe to listen to the secrets of the brooks, as they tumble down from the peaks to the valleys, make no sense. He is a spiritual mummy who is nothing but a rigid relic of the past. He stands apart from life, mechanically repeating himself to the last triviality.
