FLIGHT OF FANCY 2013-10-11

Flight of fancy

« All the world’s a stage, and all the men and women are merely players ». Role games not new.
John was sitting at his desk, his pen pointing up in the air over the pristine blank sheet of paper, ready to start his essay but the ideas were not coming. “The seven ages of man”…yes that was worth a few words. He was currently a student. He knew it was not gonna last forever; so “seize the day” and plan ahead.
You have to do both. Which does not leave much time to ask yourself the right questions, does it? There is always the next step you have to go through first, like repair the plumbing, hand in the assignment, graduate…
If learning the lessons of life lasts till the end, why can’t you remain a student? What is the next social status? Manager, father, sportsman, unemployed? “Morituri te salutant”. The battle is to begin. The end is near.
He looked outside through the window for inspiration. It was a bright spring day. Promises. Seasons.
On the sill a mayfly landed; ephemeral, a fleeting moment, he thought.
“I may fly. Yes I can. Even just one day. Or to the stars? My mind needs to escape, especially if I sit here for the next two hours.”
He did have some imagination, about ways of dying, for other people of course. He wondered what he would end up doing to make a living… thriller writer or hit-man?


Pascal Legrand

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