Be happy... Reflection

One can go through life, as a being advancing something constantly. And it may be that this is the question of life itself, of going forward, because there is never a way to go back. As a song by Jarabe de Palo* says, it is to advance, our rhythm, with or without a backpack, alone or accompanied. For thousands of years, humans have wondered about the end, the goal of life. Life as a path, supposes a direction, a motive. "The goal of all life is death," says Freud. Well, if so, if everything living tends to death, what do we live for? Why do we live? Clearly, we do not have the answers to everything, because probably not everything has to have a unique answer, but one thing we can believe, and if we look around, we can realize that we live for ourselves. Because after all, we are the only ones responsible for our own life. We ourselves are the ones who decide whether to love someone more, (or something), than ourselves. If we get sick or get cured. If we take care of ourselves or forget ourselves If we take control, or deliver everything. It takes time to understand it and put it into practice, the same. But if we repeat it every day, maybe we convince ourselves and start looking at the world from another perspective. > Elizabeth Gilbert, in her bestseller *"Eat, Pray, Love"* : *"For a man to find the balance he needs, he must stand on the earth as if he had four legs, so he can remain in the world. look at the world with the heart, and thus you can know God".* It is not about religion, or maybe it is, and it is the only common point of all religions, a point in which each, in its own way, identifies God with LOVE. We can think until it is the energy that surrounds us and connects us with the living. If our goal, in the end, is to die, what is the meaning of life? And maybe it's just that, the meaning of life; live. To live is to be happy, you do not suffer. Happiness is not a state, it is a construction of moments, of experiences, of bonds. And since it is a construction, it is done little by little, step by step, on a day-to-day basis. It costs a lot, and to express it is simply a step on the long road to the healing of the soul, to be happier, to be able to give a healthier love to the other, more real. Because in the end, if the goal is death, the meaning of life is subjective, we give it to ourselves, and it can not be other than being happy, because nobody wants his own unhappiness, even if he enjoys it.