While living in Switzerland, I used to go for long walks. I walked along lakes, through vineyards, under the shadow of mountains, and along small streams. One thing which accompanied me on my walks was divine beauty; everywhere and in every corner. I enveloped all my walks and kept them secured and safe in a deposit called the heart.
Philosophy of life to me is a journey towards the end. From a zygote to a full-fledged fetus and then from a full-grown human being to ashes. Apparently it may seem too much a pessimistic view of life, but this is the truth with a caveat. Within this travel all of us follow several journeys.