Life itself is a work of art. Not everyone agrees on how much it's worth.
What is life? Life is invisible, but beautiful. Life is a journey, yet silent. You are life. When life starts, and someone is born, there is the irony of happiness in pain. Screaming is transferred from mother to child. Birth is the beginning of life. Life is ended by death. Life and death are the same, in essence, for they are both new chapters in life. So far, nobody knows what is revealed as one passes from the story of living after death. What if there is another life, and the light that one visualizes as dying is simply being born once again? At one time or another, we all ponder this question. But what is the answer?