I have been writing for more than a year and a half about the aesthetic side of life in Brussels which is, I say it again, a wonderful city to live in. It is still a wonderful city even after the terrorist attacks which killed more than thirty people at Zaventem airport and in the Maelbeek metro station (two places I frequent). I don’t comment on current events because I think that in this world where everything has to be in real time there is still room for some calm reflection. But, in the strict sense, as an urbanite, I am a political being and one who lives in Schaerbeek, a neighbourhood where some terrorists have taken shelter and prepared the killings.
Should I keep on writing about aesthetics in Schaerbeek when people are killing and being killed next door? More than ever. Am I insensitive to the suffering around me? Not at all. I must continue writing this blog because it is my homage to the beauty of life in Brussels; to those who live and have lived in peace in this city; to those who enjoy life here and elsewhere.
The culture of life is the opposite of the culture of death. The culture of life is pervaded by a daily quest for ordinary happiness; for the little pleasures life offers us at every turn. The culture of life lies on the admiration of the creation’s wonders and the love to what has been created. The culture of death seeks destruction and vain immolation. The culture of death is the result of a life with no sense of joy; a life without pleasures. Even when we suffer, even when we are in mourning, we must continue living. Life is a gift we cannot reject, a gift we share with those around us, in Brussels, in a rainy springtime morning.