Two Weeks of Anxiety

14 days of anxiety without a break: the political context of my place and time.
In a brutality that I would not have imagined encountering anywhere other than in history books.
The political context is becoming tense and reaching a climax.

And suddenly, joy, sleep have deserted.
Me, so lighthearted, so swift when it comes to making fun of everything,

I lost the taste for everything in 10 seconds,
my heart aged 100 years.

And for 14 days I’ve been navigating my adult problems in all directions.
Without a job, on the road, three children, leaving home and leaving my job, what can you do?

For 14 days I have been reproaching my children for their incessant interruptions in this adult dialogue that I have with myself, and yet nothing leads to a solution worthy of bringing me peace, even if only in a transitory manner…

Nothing, until this evening, in the tent where my youngest son brings me in 3 sentences a masterful perspective on practices and instills an appeasement unattainable by myself, from the adult world where I am supposed to stand.

He wisely reminds me of the great impermanence, of the incredible bursts of which life is capable, of the power of faith, of the blocked potentials which could, thanks to this complicated context, unfold…finally, he mentions the horizon that we all reach, whatever our words.
It reminds me beyond our worldly perspectives, of what I know so much and that I conceal, struck by the frontal shock of everyday life,
When I think that between us we often play master and disciple and that, in his great wisdom, he lets me call him my disciple.

©FJ March 2024
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