Life as I understand it:
What is the meaning of human life, or of organic life altogether? To answer this question at all implies a religion. The answer; the man who regards his own life and that of his fellow creatures as meaningless is not merely unfortunate but almost disqualified for life. What an extraordinary situation is that of us mortals! Each of us is here for a brief sojourn; for what purpose he knows not, though he sometimes thinks he feels it.
But from the point of view of daily life, we exist for our fellow men-in the first place for those on whose smiles and welfare all our happiness depends, and next for all those unknown to us personally with whose destinies we are bound up by the tie of sympathy. A hundred times every day I remind myself that my inner and outer life depend on the labours of other men, living and dead, and that I must exert myself in order to give in the same measure as I have received and am still receiving. I am strongly drawn to the simple life and am often oppressed by the feeling that I am engaging an unnecessary amount of the labour of my fellow-men. I regard class differences as contrary to justice and, in the last resort, based on force. I also consider that plain living is good for everybody, physically and mentally. Everybody acts not only under external compulsion but also in accordance with inner necessity.
To inquire after the meaning or object of one’s own existence or of creation generally has always seemed to me absurd from an objective point of view. And yet everybody has certain ideals which determine the direction of his endeavours and his judgments. In this sense I have never looked upon ease and happiness as ends in themselves.The ideals which have lighted me on my way and time after time given me new courage to face life with brevity, have been Truth,Goodness, and Beauty.
Life is this simple, if only humanity allowed such simplicity.