Nature

Sometimes I cannot understand why my mother says that life on earth is considered to be beautiful. What is so beautiful about a life that can cause you the sorrow of separation, the pain of confusion, the recklessness of youth, the madness of love, the agony of physical pain and the bleakness of abandonment? What kind of a beauty is that?

But there are moments of pristine joy, simple love and the contentment of being okay. Then, life as a whole does not seem so bad. And ofcourse, there's almost always the beauty of nature by itself. It's spectacular, it can heal and it is almost always there for you.

I suppose, Life on earth is redeemed by Nature.