“And without warning, it happens. It comes from afar. It went from bank to bank. Laughter. And then one morning when I wake up. It's almost nothing. But it is there, it amazes you. In the small of the back. The joy of living."
We can choose to lament.
Let yourself be penetrated by this evil of living that Barbara sang so well, before celebrating the return, after the torments, of life quite simply.
We can regret the days gone by.
Curse this new confinement.
People and souls.
Weep over this freedom that we were no longer even aware of, that we only half enjoyed.
But we can also resist.
Build up a survival kit.
Stay alert, on the lookout, curious.
Don't let yourself be walled up.
Don't get used too quickly to a digital, contactless life.
Without hugs, hugs, or caresses.
To decide, we too, like those officials who have decided without hesitation between what was essential in our life and what was not, to draw up in our turn
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