Today, as yesterday and the day before yesterday and as tomorrow will be, you live. You live now.

And when you listen to what flowers whisper to each other after the rain, and when you yourself whisper something to these flowers, and a passerby thinks that you are praying or have gone crazy, you - live.

When you eat and sleep and when you dream and when you cry about what has not yet happened and rejoice in what may never happen - you live. But why? Why are you, such a rich world and universe inside yourself, why do you live?
Everything gains meaning only through love, only by giving do you begin to - BE!

Then a passerby will smile and carry a piece of you into his eternity, the flowers will answer that they really like the rain, and what has not happened may happen! Only love is real, then there is a meaning to BE ALIVE.