My Life For 300 Dollars

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Tomorrow is a big day for me,
300 euros: a lot of money for a single day
Still, I can’t wrap my mind around this…

My life, my precious life,
sold, for 300 dollars.

There are so many important things I need to do:

-Read the wonderful article by my friend N.,
-Work on my next book, move on…
-Meditate, pray,

=> I need to feed my soul.

And here I am,
physically stuck (forced to think about the content I have to unroll tomorrow)
spiritually stuck (locked in the corner of the small professional cage)

Wide-open spaces are calling and I can’t answer.
Worse than that : there is nothing that I will be able to acquire with this earned money that is essential to me, nothing that I really care about, nothing that will ever please me.

From this same model that underlies these gesticulations,

Set me free,
Let me return to my depths,

Taken hostage by the surface,
It is so suffocating.


Franck – August 2023
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    1. Thanks, Simon,
      May you be true…
      You often are.

      When I started working (Abbey National, a company you must have heard of..), I got so bored and everything was so meaningless to me…
      Everything we’ve been led to believe was ‘the life’, for this ridiculous stage of psychological compensations, a black hole of dullness, a never ending ocean of gloom.

      And then came the financial necessity.
      The need to keep money coming in.
      Now, what ?
      Meaning cannot be found in constraints.
      One can never be led to drink when one’s head is maintained underwater by force.
      Let alone when you see the filth trickling from the wrist.
      I cannot think of a greater disillusion.

      Well, as you can see, a touchy topic, here…

      A nice day to you, Simon.

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