Life is beautiful.
This is life. It is short.
Dare I say, life becomes beautiful because of its brevity?
Come on—if life as we understand it lasted forever, we would get bored; the drive to move forward would wane.
Somehow, we are taught to appreciate this life by a delicate interplay of the infinite and the finite—our potentially limitless freedom of choice versus our limited freedoms that cannot stack in time and space.
We learn to choose, we learn to value. We learn to see, we learn to love, we learn to live.
And suddenly, life becomes beautiful.
