I was woken up by the melodious song of the swallows, it was high-pitched and loud as they danced round and round in the sky, in pairs. It must be mating season? My neighbours said they hear it all the time. I must have been too absorbed by the noise in my head to hear true beauty right outside my window.
When you are too full of yourself, your garden will not bloom, because you forbid the sunshine to come through. Instead of a bouquet of colourful tulips, you only see darkness. Be light and free as the swallows.
2020 has been sobering, to say the least, the world and what little is left of humanity, seems to be in a steady decline. Bad things happen to good people, good things happen to bad people. It’s nobody’s fault. That’s just life. And learning to accept this, makes me realize what growing older and (hopefully) wiser is all about.
I often find strength in the people whose paths I would fatefully cross. They would change your life bit by bit, till you find your way home. The times you fell, failed, and were humiliatingly defeated, were all necessary, because without the loss of pride, you would never learn the depth of humility.
My life in Paris continues, drunkenly alive, madly consuming the light, ferociously devouring beauty, and learning the art and joy of giving. Happiness is amazing. It is so amazing that it doesn’t matter if it is yours or not.
Background music: Oltremare By Ludovico Einaudi –