Matthew had finally identified the problem.
As the wave of bitterness receded,
this wave swollen by the approaching horizon of a Monday Morning,
he perceived why so much anger was hidden in the recess of the emotional sands of his professional activity :
The foul smell of hours when they’re stolen from your life.
All this threading of working shifts, those hours spent to belong to someone else…
Peace of mind, he knew it, laid on the other side of the problem.
One hour that did not belong to him
was one slice of life deprived of mindfulness.
There still remains within him a doubtful part, one that points to our small arrangements with ourselves to try to solve our cognitive dissonance.
These mindfulness-centered arguments can be in the range of a posteriori consitency, belated coherence.