"What is it that makes life beautiful? What makes us all be happy?
Is it nature, family, love, friendship?"
"I think so, professor"
"And isn't this all art? Isn't life itself an art? "
"I guess"
"Then why don't you love yourself?"
"What do you mean?"
"Aren't you part of life? Aren't you a living breathing being?"
"I am, sir"
"Well then, if life is art, and you are life... do you know what this makes you?"
"Let me guess. A living breathing art piece."
The old professor laughed, his cheeks red with amusement.
"You, my dear, are what makes this world beautiful. We all are, we just forget when we grow up. But you won't forget, will you?>>