The third proof that life is beautiful
This morning, as usual, I rode to work my bike. There was very bright, gay, sunny weather with cold, wind – taken as the whole there was coolly, but the air was extraordinarily clear. Soon I reached the footbridge on the Warta river and then I stopped for a moment to look at and to enjoy with the view of the sheet of the water. There was something beautiful in the landscape I had in front of me. The surface of the river had light blue colour and was full of waves with gray tops. Nearer the shore, you could notice clusters of grass protruding with their bright green from the water and tousled with both the wind and the water.
Soon I left that place, but I liked the view – It’s reminded me quite different in mood poem written by John Keats “Ode to autumn” and I’ve had some surprising feelings reflecting a strange mixture of enthusiasm of the beginnings of spring and sadness connected with sensed fears hidden deeply in average matters. Isn’t it that every joy had to be contaminated with something unexpected? As the beauty of ripe summer with the feeling of the autumn and death? Where does the decline begin? What can we explain in our lives for sure? Aren’t we quite dependent on pure chance? Maybe…But maybe the only creature against the splendour of life and its simplicity is me myself. For what fears mean in comparison with an average course of life? The providence is like a great, invisible force lifting the wholeness of the world higher, and higher. All creatures feel deep gratitude, but me…. Well, most of the time I’m afraid of the fall from such a height. Sometimes I disagree with such lofty movement, from time to time I’m aware that there is no profit for me because of it, and sometimes I’m simply tired. They say – let it be, and so do I, but my “let it be” is often quite different than theirs. The voice of crowd is the voice of God, “crowd” means “majority”. Does God constitute majority among people? And what about lonely prophets? Aren’t we lost in our comfortable and, so to speak, lofty life leading straight to our destination? I know only that God has got really impressive sense of beauty and sense of humour too, and so the only thing to do is to agree… And so, Thomas do you agree?
Of course and undoubtedly …no! Quite not! Maybe later I will, you know, but not now. My head hurts a little, and I’m ill a little. This world is beautiful indeed! And that’s why I can’t agree with it. I am not any mutineer, but I have a kind of inborn mutiny inside my heart maybe. I’ am late a little. I suppose I’ll find you well next time. Take my regards and bye, bye!