This n’ that  8

Young, I dreamed of being a professor, archaeologist, sociologist or psychologist. And someone important.

Probably my creativity is the source of my soul.

Refusals are never final and these requests denied, could lead me to other people who are as important and influential.

In acting, I take control of my life. I become anxious when I don’t act because I lose control of my dreams.

My priorities:
1) Creativity 2) Freedom 3) Success 4) Security 5) Comfort 6) Exploration
7) Adventure 8) Power 9) Passion 10) Health

I am freely obliged to die.


I feel the need to constantly "untie" me from others.

I have periods of single nodes and I have periods of complex nodes.


Why am I so different?

I learn to write, to put it in a constructive, scalable way on people and my surroundings

Take time to spoil me, feed me.


Levels of death through the ages :
1) A very long time ago, we wondered if the body was dead;
2) Later, we wondered if the brain was dead;
3) Today, one wonders if the person is still experiencing emotions.

I continually need to prove myself that I have the right to speak, to think, to write.

When I deny and denigrate all and everything, it’s because I became a loser.

Because he’s unknown, in an unknown environment, with unknowns, he knows he’ll be all right.

My favorite seasons

I believe that my favorite season is winter. But, at the same time, I like very much summer.

I like winter because of the strong urge, I have to say thanks to life.

I like summer for the sensation of freedom it gets me in.

I like winter because of the soul-searching it brings me to do.

I like summer when nothing seems to be impossible.

I like winter for the holiday season.

I like summer because it inspires me to explore, to go farther and to travel endlessly.

I like winter for the snow that’s so white in the countryside.

I like summer, because it gives me a strong urge to know people and to taste the joy to burst, to commune with nature.

I like winter for the comfort, the warm and the sensation of security which it gives me when I’m in my room contemplating the wintry landscape through my window...

Narrative 5

Popsicles :

Boy, did I loved Popsicles! Orange, banana. My preferred were the orange one. From time to time, I also ate the banana one, because their tastes were very different.

I also tested and tasted new colors like when the blue ones appeared. What flavor were they? No idea!  But I wanted even so to test them!

I also tried those with three colors, but I don’t know why the three flavors eventually rose up to my throat!

Later, I tried some Mr. Freeze and others of the same kind. But nothing beats a good very cold orange Popsicle, on a great hot summer day and eating it while rolling on my bike, one hand on the handlebar, wind in my hair, orange droplets on my chin and my eyes sparkling in ecstasy: I discovered the freedom to live …

From my yellow notebook 2

Every step is not a stop, it’s a step.

To lower my strain, focus on my body, my breath, when I act.

How can I create using my anger as strength of progress?

I scream my creativity; I scream my freedom.

I am a Renaissance man.

The law of antidotes: for a negative emotion, arouse its positive opposite inside.

Active Life = Creative Life.

Before concrete acts, there’re concrete thoughts.

I like the word "concrete."