The art of living

by Roberto Sironi

The last known destination is a goal, the end of a daydreamed journey! Beyond that line, life continues as if nothing had happened and yet, beyond that much coveted segment, the world changes color and time seems to stop behind a memory!

We all have a goal to cross, to overcome, a moment in which we know whether we will win or lose our race against time ... That invisible trait that we crave with all our strength gives us the measure of being or becoming, of the present and of the future, it is a sometimes imaginary, sometimes unreally real trait that communicates to us the distances of our aspirations, our desires, our ambitions! The race of life is a beautiful race between the green of hope, the red of passion, the white of candor, the blue of infinity, the yellow of light and the black of mystery in the most immense of landscapes, in that kind of rainbow that time has given us on the palette of days to make our existence pure art!

Silhouettes, figures and shadows follow us and chase us in a play of colors, in a set of shapes and appearances! Fictions and truths, illusions and disappointments, images and appearances make up the great picture of life, the sublime masterpiece that all together, day after day, we create with or without an awareness of our talent and our knowledge! After all, in this mad race against time, we are all artists, musicians of our daily soundtracks, sculptors of our present, painters who have painted all kinds of eras, writers who will leave pages and pages of real life to posterity, poets of the our past, actors of this infinite comedy made up of gestures and words, of laughter and tears, of lights and shadows ...

Alittle comic, sometimes acrobats, dramatic and funny, tragic and witty, protagonists or just characters of this existential play translated into all known languages, on this immense natural stage we all play our part, sometimes in a low voice, sometimes screaming, but always remaining human in an inhumanity that is more and more latent!

Our Art of living makes us complete in every action we take, makes us unique and inimitable, exclusive and unparalleled! We are the exception that may or may not confirm any rule because without us the meaning of life would make no sense ...So here it is that goal every time to cross, always there waiting for us one after the other, without any specific order of arrival! Beautiful or ugly, good and bad, we run all our life in search of a life that finally gives us the reason to know our existence in the smallest details! Here is the picture, the ultimate representation of what we have been and what we will be in the most artistic of visions!

The art of living is an art that has no equal! It is a unique art, as ancient as the breath, as ancestral as memory, primitive and primordial, perhaps never definitively defined and with uncertain origins, but with established principles!

The Art of living is the Art of living, of being, of acting and reflecting, of existing and passing, from the beginnings to the epilogues, from the roots to the most unknown extremities of thought, from the sources to the foci ... L ‘Art of that living, makes us in our unparalleled presence, the most extraordinary of presences!

We are a work of art in the largest living museum in a boundless, infinitely unknown, fantastically unlimited universe!

We navigate the routes of cosmic visions in search of the impossible! Our journey to reach the unimaginable, crossing the seas of the understandable and the incomprehensible, is a journey that will have no return! Day after day, night after night, doubt after doubt, it is always us, solitary sailors in search of the islands of creation, driven by the wind of inspiration that blows stormily on our fantasies!

We are divinities in the absence of a hypothetical sacredness! We are dexterity and mastery, ingenuity and talent, genius and nature, we are all that proves that existence exists and that that goal, which awaits us at every moment at the end of the race, will not only not be the end of a story, but the beginning of another story, a story that will still need us to be told, narrated, exhibited on display in the extraordinary and inexplicable Universal Exposition of the future, in that linear conception of time, in that spacetime in which all events have yet to happen and in the mystery of that imagination, we will still be there with our Art of Living to create works of infinite beauty, works that will go beyond any logic and any abstraction!

Yes, after all we are all artists, lovers of illusions, worshipers of utopias, fans of daydreams and madly in love with hopes! All of us, each with his own personality, with his own character, with our inclinations and dispositions, with the courage and fear, with our style and with our taste, with our virtues and with the inevitable defects, we are real performances in movement that inhabit, house, stay and populate this Planet Earth always busy, like us, in another movement and which has chosen the Sun as a travel companion! A little sad, sometimes melancholy, dreamers and realists, visionaries and empiricals, idealists and practical, protagonists or just characters of this existential play translated into all known languages, on this immense natural stage we all play our part, sometimes under voice, sometimes screaming, but always remaining human in an inhumanity that is more and more latent!

Sometimes prophets, sometimes wise men, philosophers by chance and fortune tellers by superstition, we investigate reality in its most remote corners, in the most lost and forgotten folds.

Ethics and aesthetics unite us and separate us from the obvious, curiosity and indiscretions attract us into bizarre traps of extravagance and rarity! In the Art of this life we are the artists, true protagonists inspired by enigmatic thoughts! Who knows, maybe a little crazy, maybe too whimsical, by nature eccentric and genius by obligation, but as always the main actors of this show of varied art that in its variations to the bitter end seduces, fascinates, enchants and conquers this having always come from who knows where called man!

We are soul and body, essence and intuition, substance and instinct, passion and apathy, love and hate! We are a perfection in perfect balance between being there and existing!

Our goal is always there waiting for us at the end of the race, with that last known destination that for the sake of brevity we have called the finish line, the end of a daydreamed journey!

Beyond that line, life continues as if nothing had happened and yet, beyond that much coveted segment, the world changes color and time seems to stop behind a memory!

From then on, only the Art of Living, in its most sublime meaning, will reveal the meaning of this crazy and unrepeatable race through time that began from the beginning to end in the heart of the mystery of life, showing us the secret of the greatest of interpretations: living!