Painting a Concept
I have been thinking a lot... about death. The painting of rebirth, the concept of being born again... what does it really mean? I thought, at first, certainly being born again is a thing of suffering. In this life, every person is weighed down by burdens and mistakes. They suffer from the pain inflicted on them by others, and they regret that which they have afflicted to others. Life itself is a cycle of pain and suffering, and to die and be born again eternalizes that suffering. I thought, at another glance, it could be relief. Supposing that one is reborn, all the memories of the life before are forgotten. The slate, as it were, is wiped clean... the chance to be something else- someone else- is a cycle of mercy and forgiveness. Can we be free from suffering by the power of forgiveness? Christ, maybe so. And then again, rebirth is something quite beautiful. From decaying earth, corpses of life long extinguished, a new life begins. A bud begins to blossom. Something awe-inspi...