What am I living for? Three passions, simple but overwhelmingly strong, have dominated my life. It is the desire for love, the pursuit of knowledge, and the heartfelt pity for human suffering. These passions, like strong winds, have blown me over a ocean of anguish, reaching to the verge of despair, leaving my life aimless. I pursue love, firstly, because it makes me lose my soul. The charm of love often makes me willing to sacrifice everything else in my life for a few hours of such happiness. I have sought love, next, because it relieves loneliness-the terrible loneliness that one shivering consciousness looks over the rim of the world into the cold lifeless abyss. I have sought love, finally, because the union of love has brought me, in a mystic miniature, to the heaven that saints and poets once imagined. This is what I pursue. Although life seems worthless, this is what I finally found. I pursue knowledge with the same enthusiasm, I want to know the human mind, I want to know why the stars are brilliant, and I want to know the power of Pythagoras theory, which makes me dominate impermanence. I have made some achievements in this field, but not much. As long as love and knowledge exist, they will always lead us to heaven. However, pity always brings me back to earth. The cries of pain echoed in my heart, children were tortured by famine, innocent people were tortured by oppressors, lonely and helpless old people became hateful burdens in the eyes of my son, and loneliness, poverty and suffering were everywhere in the world-all of these mocked the life that human beings should live. I long to reduce evil, but I can't, so I feel pain. This is my life. I think this life is worth living. If it is really possible to give me another chance, I will be happy to do it again. Why I Live Three simple but strong passions have governed my life: the longing for love, the pursuit of knowledge, and unbearable pity for human suffering. These passions, like strong winds, have blown me hither and thither, in a wayward course, over a deep ocean of anguish, reaching to the verge of despair. I have sought love, first, because it brings ecstasy-ecstasy so great that I would often have sacrificed all the rest of my life for a few hours of this joy. I have sought love, next, because it relieves loneliness-that terrible loneliness in which one shivering consciousness looks over the rim of the world into the cold unfathomable lifeless abyss. Finally, I have sought love, because in the union of love, I have seen the mystic miniature of the heaven imagined by saints and poets. This is what I sought, and although it seems too good for life, it is what I finally found. I seek knowledge with the same enthusiasm. I hope to understand the human mind. I want to know why the stars shine. I tried to understand the Pythagorean power, through which numbers dominate change. I have done this, but not much. Love and knowledge, whenever possible, will lead us to heaven. But pity always brings me back to earth. Echoes of cries of pain echoed in my heart. Hungry children, victims tortured by oppressors, helpless old people who become the burden of their sons, and the loneliness, poverty and pain of the whole world are all a mockery of human life. I am eager to alleviate this evil, but there is nothing I can do, and I am suffering. This is my life. I found it worth living, and I would like to live it again if I were given another chance.