SATISFACTION 2019-06-12 Am I satisfied or not? I'm looking for a zen-like wisdom. I am sure my life has no grand purpose. Mostly I could do with going with the flow. I like looking at the passing landscape, or at the sea. Kayaking, sailing, flying… swimming, I look at the sky; driving, I watch the road. Riding on a bicycle I either strain my muscles, or my mind wanders. When flying or surfing, time puts a different weight on my shoulders, that of the moment. Where is the perfect match, the perfect day, the perfect wave? Did I take the right decision? The path I followed has not brought too many pains. Nothing really so unexpected, except diseases that you never foresee. No world war. So far no incapacitating problem. I am pleased with my fate. Don’t we all wish we had been able to do more to make the world a better place, to reduce the stupidity of mankind, to bring more intelligence to our surroundings? We know all the time there is a time limit to do all these things. Homer’s Ulysses sails on in our books. Was he for real? We zig zag between illusion and reality; sometimes we are happy not to know which is which. Morning birds chirping. Cherries slowly ripening in the tree. A dawn with a grey clouded sky. The day starts with its light, and things to do; get up, write or read, and the weather forecast. Study the lay of the land, the emptiness of the fridge (I don't mind, because nothing gets spoiled). Preserves, or jam, jammed. Words start to interfere and collide. Let them stay where they belong, for if they jump on paper they may end up messed up. Is it worth a try? Am I going to get more confused, puzzled at their meanings or will they shed a new light, new directions, bring solutions and music and rhymes, rhythm for songs and delight? “You need a drink”, says the man, to change the subject. Do I spit it out, spill the beans, or fart the truth? There are so many things I do not know. And yet, I'm alive. I survived. No doubt there are reasons for that. You could say I need to broaden the spectrum of my knowledge, but that would be a bit pompous.” I want to learn” is ok. I know I won't ever recognize the notes when I listen to music, but I can enjoy the tune. “A lot of water under the bridge”, in the film “Casablanca”. I always think of the Paris bridge “Le Pont des Arts” where in Brassens’ song the wind blows skirts up. More romantic than Marilyn and the New York air vent. Also “Boats beating against the current” in “The great Gatsby. So many images. The “péniche” on the Seine is a different craft from the Thames barge. “Tradutore, traditore”.My thoughts also are betrayed when they land on paper. What can I do? - speak body language? When can I say “I love you”, words flying like a dove into the sunset? I guess you too will have to wait a little more for the answers. Pascal Legrand Visiteurs : 212 Back to home