A philosophy of life inspired by the writings of Sidonie-Gabrielle Colette (1873-1954)
Life, mon ami, is a fickle beast, a sun-dappled alleyway where roses bloom and shadows twist. It’s a waltz of desires, a tango with fate, played on the rickety strings of our own hearts. We chase pleasures, butterflies flitting in the midday sun, only to find them dust on our fingers at dusk. We build castles of dreams, cobbled with hope and ambition, yet they crumble under the weight of reality’s rain.
But oh, the joy in the dance! The thrill of the chase, the brush of sunlight on our skin, the intoxicating fragrance of a dream half-lived. In the face of ephemerality, we find beauty. In the sting of loss, we savor the sweetness of what once was. For even the falling leaves paint the autumn sky in fiery hues, and the waves, though crashing, leave whispers of salt on our lips.
So, let us waltz, mes amis, with this fickle beast. Let laughter be our cloak against the chill of doubt, and tears our baptism in the river of experience. Let us wear our desires like jewels, dazzling and bold, and our scars as badges of battles fought. For in the end, it is not the grand finale that matters, but the whispers of each moment, the symphony of our being played on the stage of life. So, raise a glass to the sun and the shadows, to the waltz and the tango, to the fickle beast that makes us laugh, cry, and dance until the very last note.
© Jurgens Pieterse. All rights reserved. 2024
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