Space between

Tracy Chapman sang about “the space between”
What’s in there?

Imagination
Things we hold as true
Past memories
Odd feelings

We feel the need to fill in
As emptiness is quite frightening
A place where shadows are walking barefoot
Unafraid of the turmoil inside

What’s in there is just
Time trying to catch up time
So we can move on
Without losing our minds

Only the beginning

***

No more projects
Was this true?

Freedom of being
Doing what feels right

Acceptance of what is
Enjoying moments as they come
And go

Freedom of testing
Taking pleasure in the making

Projects are alive
Objectives belong to the past

And this is only the beginning of a brand new life…

F***ing QR code!

The other day, I was out in Paris, enjoying a sunny day. I was on my way to get some books at the library. And as I was in a nice area and there was a nice “salon de thé” on the way, I was ready to take myself for a little treat!

I got in and the waitress told me to scan the QR code to get the menu. Without even saying hello. Rude!

I know it’s only got to do with an app on your mobile phone, but I don’t like it. Even if I can understand that during such a special time, it’s something useful. Maybe they could just add a menu at the entrance of the shop. Or find a way that can suit everybody. Is is too much to ask? We’re all humans after all. Nowadays I feel like we are devices living a human life. It’s shocking!

I mean some people don’t have a smartphone. And maybe some people got one but don’t have a clue what a QR code is. In this word of “new technologies” we think that everybody has the same chances. But no.

One of my friend, who is teaching in secondary school told me that during the lockdown, half the kids didn’t have access to Internet. Or even have a computer.

On a different but related matter, not later than this summer, my grand-mother had to order a new ID card. The process is a mess. The French Administration requires an email address or a mobile phone number for people to get in touch with her. She’s 97 years old! Wake up guys! She doesn’t have a clue what you’re talking about. She’s from another planet, a different time. And this is not a single exemple. Unfortunately.

So, I left the shop, as a way to say that I didn’t agree with this new way of dealing with people!

Writing Prompt #13

We know deep inside
That the world can burn itself
So many men full of pride
Trying to mess up with life and death

We may stand alone in this place
Where hearts are hard
And shortened is our breath

But if we can hold our hands in the midst of chaoas
And if our eyes can meet in the turmoil of pain

We will have found the key
That unlock the doors of eternity

This is my piece of poetry as part of Writing Prompt proposed by Mona.

Our truth lies within darkness

Crédit Pixabay

There is something inside
That we hide
Something we don’t want others to see

We don’t want to know
It could burn our eyes
It could destroy the image we have

There is a part of darkness
A stream of shadows
Hanging around

There is unfolded nightmares
Anger and violence
Jealousy and pain

Until we are ready to face
Our dark side
With an open heart

We’ll never know the truth of who we are

The life we choose

@MarieKleber

Nothing ever prepared us to live a life that was not meant for us. We spent years trying to figure out what the world wants, how to be accepted, recognized, how to fit in. And one day we discover that all of this, is complete builshit.

Our truth lies in childhood fun and dreams. It’s where it started and where it will end, only if we give ourselves the chance to let go of all limits we put on our path, of all “I should” we built, of all “not enough” we thought.

It’s not a matter of chance. It comes with understanding that the life we have has nothing to do with the life we want. It’s our choice to follow our heart or to keep going the way we do. It’s not right or wrong. It’s what appeal to us at a moment in time.

And we all know that one moment can change a whole life!