Our secret lives, our images, our wealth

Modifié le : 2019/08/08

Life has once again eat­en me twen­ty-four hours. This morn­ing, I was more ner­vous than usu­al, real­iz­ing that finan­cial trans­ac­tions were tak­ing time, that I had for­got­ten to file a return with the Grand Min­istère du Revenu (my tax­es to be refund­ed as a self-employed work­er). I will have a penal­ty, the gov­ern­ment does not hes­i­tate to bill you to the sec­ond you are late, it is worse than any loan shark.

Life has still eat­en me for a few more hours, or rather, I still have a full stom­ach from the day before. I won­der if we are get­ting to every­thing digest­ed nowa­days ; if we did­n’t have a large bel­ly that takes its time and ran­dom­ly regur­gi­tates dreams at night, night­mares dur­ing the day. There are days when we would pre­fer not to expe­ri­ence wak­ing up while, for oth­ers, the night seems endless.

Our secret lives, our images, our wealth, we have dif­fi­cul­ty in con­ceiv­ing them, in appre­hend­ing them. These days, I am pub­lish­ing a book on neu­rolin­guis­tic pro­gram­ming (NLP), writ­ten by a lady, a moti­va­tor as we know many of them. She seems sin­cere to me, but what she says is some­times triv­ial, that we have to con­tin­u­al­ly con­vince our­selves that it will be fine, that our think­ing can do every­thing, or dis­torts every­thing (it’s the same thing), that our neg­a­tive thoughts can lead us to can­cer (it’s not just her to say it, some doc­tors are start­ing to say it when the for­mer shamans were already quite con­vinced of it).

I am sure that we too are mas­ters of our own des­tiny, even if it escapes us most of the time. Live your life to the fullest ? Big deal. Aren’t we the first to tell us to keep qui­et ? To con­vince us that our pas­sions will pass ?