How many people are ready to die for beauty, prepared to go through an infernal desert of starvation. Absence of beauty means ultimate loneliness. Absence of beauty means guilt and exile into a no man’s land. Life is an outcast’s journey through a gloomy valley, when beauty has forsaken. ("Absence of beauty was like hell").
In our life journey, the unexpected may remind us or surprise us. It may remind us when we are moved by things we think we recognize and give us a good feeling. It may surprise us when we find out things which open a new vision on the world and offer us an unforeseen experience. ( "Looking for the unexpected" )
Life is a game one has got to play. It can be a very versatile performance, though. We have to find out, how we would like to take part in the game and what role we wish to play. By discovering what we want to achieve, we try to give significance to our life. In this way we understand how we see ourselves and can realize if we actually own our life or if it is ruled by other people. ("Life untitled" )
Many are waiting for to the day they can say "Eureka!, I have found it! ". They are not waiting for some kind of device that has still to be invented. They are anticipating the moment all scattered pieces of their life can be gathered. All essential parts of the intricate make up of their identity are waiting to be revealed and comprehended. The magic "Eureka moment" allows them to enliven and dress up their expectations for the future. (“Waiting for Eureka” )
Our memory consists of bits and pieces which have made their imprint on our dreams and our life. All those fragments have enlightened or darkened the sky and the horizon of our existence. They are all instances that we don't want to forget or splinters that we can't obliterate. The mind collects them and by recalling, interpreting or idealizing them, the actuality very often becomes corroded. We experience then a "mutilated memory".
Perhaps life is an art, an enchantment, a fairy tale, an adventurous story trimmed with alluring episodes, an act with players who seem to be what they are actually not. We cannot, however, expect people to accept the make belief which some actors try to fool into believing. ( " He did not know that she knew " )
Some day we feel the overall picture has slipped away. Only the details of life may help to find the whole ensemble. Our worldview does not comprehend the daily events anymore. Our conception of life is no longer a key for understanding, but is, on the contrary, blocking off our insight. We can, however, create space and time for an uplifting reflection and acquire an "Identity". ("Man without Qualities" )
The whole wire system of the brain could be disconnected in a spark of a second by a sometimes unsignificant detail. An unexpected incident or an innocuous phone call may provoke an ethereal distress that might plunge one’s life into chaos and like a sudden twist of fate overturn everything, ransacking the assembled experiences of our history. (“Alors, tout a basculé”)
We can question our history with counterfactual queries. “What if” we had rebuffed, accepted or changed certain features in the script of our life? By reviewing the different stages of our personal story, we can find out, whether we have owned our life or just have been lived. ("Was it what life was about?")
We may do well to be attentive to the good and the bad vibrations in life. Since elephants use their feet to listen to vibrations and thus capture significant codes of impending peril, they might coach humans and teach them how to become “surefooted” in hazardous times. Keeping feet on the ground, however, should not hinder us from flying high and reaching soaring heights. ("Trompe le pied.")
When life only consists of infantile first world problems and day by day futilities, our mind is eager for other values, which should fill the unbearable emptiness. If we are suffocating under the pressure of the banality of evil and losing out to the slowly infiltrating cancerous cells of indifference, resilience and redirection is required. ("The world was somewhere else" )