Moments When You Identify With (Street) Art
And you may ask yourself, is there a point?
Is there a reason?
Why are we here, doing what we do, until we can no longer do it?
And many wise people, much wiser and smarter than I could even dream of being, have shared their views on this most existential of questions.
There are philosophical, religious and scientific versions of course and I have no doubt that all have their values and merits.
But today I found myself wondering again.
“Why?”
“What is the point?”
And of course, as many would, I went back to something that I had learned many years ago, during what might be called my impressionable years, perhaps.
The answer that always resonated most with me was simple – to give, to help and be kind to all of those around us.
A good way to live a decent life.
To just be kind.
And today, I wondered why so many seem to overlook this simple and easily achieved philosophy of life.
Of course it was prompted by circumstances. Most moments of introspection are triggered by something.
Today I was left hanging. By people who shouldn't have left me hanging. Who demonstrated a lack of respect or consideration, something that I hoped I had deserved.
And clearly no kindness.
Unexpected and obviously disappointing, I had to remind myself of the importance of reflection and a balanced reaction.
But if life really could be considered that simple, and at times I think it feels like a reasonable approach, then why, I wonder, do so many of us forget or maybe not even bother? And inevitably end up focussing on the things that ultimately just don't matter.
Such, of course, are the pondering's of life.
