The big competition

They are running. It seems to be a great competition. They are determined and well dressed. They know how to save their energy and how to pass their rivals.

They are running all the time, for taking the bus, the metro, being at work at the right time. They are running and never ask themselves. WHY?
It is late, it is late , too late ,… FOR WHAT?
A life just to hit the targets, But who has set the targets? No one knows. They imitate each other. They run because their friends run because their parents run. Really a competition is taking place here?

Oh my god! look at there,In the middle of the crowd ,She is doing something different! She doesn’t want to run. She wants to stand and look around. And what is happening then? The crowd is pushing her. They are forcing her to move.If she resist they will send her out. She wont be one of them.They wont accept her. She is wrong because she doesn’t want to follow them. She will be excluded.
“C’est tellement triste!”

They are running. All of them are running. There is a stranger here. He asks,”What kind of race it is? Is it marathon? What is the prize? It must be a big prize as they are trying hard."She answres:"No, there is no prize and no one wants to believe."

Sometimes I feel to be that girl. A girl who is watching the crowd and wonders what they do. I don’t want to run. I don’t want to obey the rules. I don’t want to act as they want. I will suffer. I will be a stranger to them. I know. Up to now, I have paid the price and I will.

Just for a simple reason.
Because ...

It is MY life.

Ups and Downs

Life has ups and downs.

There are the moments that you are full of joy and you feel the pure love. Life is in complete harmony with you, you are an inseparable part of the concert and what you play is the reality. You want to fly and your energy, your soul can not bear your body. It wants to spread … spread to the every corner of space… to fill the universe.

There are also the moments that you feel the depth of grief. You think you are a lost piece who can not find its way, like a child who has been lost in a crowded bazaar and who could not find her parents. Sorrow is then overwhelming you and you think nobody loves you. You are alone.

That’s it. It is life.
« C’est la vie, trop complique, trop étrange. »

It happens. All of us have experienced these feelings. We all know that none of them are permanent. They just flow like a river and we are in the boat, surrounded by water.

Some days ago someone told me:
« La vie a plusieurs phases et tu es dans ta phase difficile. »

When you spend most of your time in the second mood, you are in your difficult stage, a great hill which can not be mounted easily. You loose your energy and you can not regain it. It is a long way to go and you can not see the peak. You even don’t know if the way would end to the peak.


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I hear the voice who tells me:

THIS IS OUR CHOICE AND THIS IS HOW WE GROW!