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Balancing on a suspended rope

The knots come to the comb sooner or later.
And here, one awaits answers, events, and things.
In the meantime, one has to live, but it is becoming increasingly complex and the balance more precarious.
In the meantime, tomorrow, earlier than expected, one of the things we have been waiting for will happen; hopefully, all goes well.
I will tell you about it when it has passed, out of superstition.

Then comes this visit to the neurosurgeon, from whom I honestly don’t know what to expect.
Finally, my contract expires at the end of the month (hello, I’m one of the many precarious workers in this country, and I’m over 40),
and I still don’t know what will happen next.

I am trying to take it philosophically, but I don’t think even my degree will help.
I’m trying to focus on the really worthwhile things.
It’s not easy: outside the walls of my home, it’s all about looking at the surface, how good-looking, fit, and successful you have to be.
I made a choice many years ago and carried it out with pride.
I reiterate my pride: I am not beautiful, I am not thin, I am not successful, and I have no power and no money.
I have my brain, cultivated the ability to use it, and continue developing it.
I can still ask myself questions and find some answers.

This period will also pass sooner or later.

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