Alive more than ever!
Bedridden, the body weighed down by successive issues and pain as a teacher, I founded myself asking for help to perform things that seemed like the simplest of everyday life. Having to get up to unload your body of its waste became a marathon act. I remember the words of my MD: « the next step will be the grave » When I heard that, I wasn’t scared because I knew that I was closed to death. The grave was for my four friends in a year. I can be the next one. Four close friends like brothers who are still alive in my memory and on my lips when I told all the good things they made and good words and advice they gave me. I tried to hide my pain, but I read my disease in my friends and family’s eyes, so I learned to write with my eyes. A marathon is prepared, but nothing is preparing us for the force majeure of the disease. In these precise periods that seem unending, we find in ourselves the unsuspected results of survival, then of “survival” (live twice more).
I don’t live; I live more. I live with the strength of my four friends. Everything is more intense: from the pain to its absence, it felt like a moment of floating the body to the higher dimension that existence has just taken. In these same periods, with limited perimeters, I became extraordinarily creative, finding tips to make my tasks easier and then create secondly. The two begin to pair up: ingenuity feeds the pen and vice versa. I write down my pain, my uncertainties, my failed loves, their missing loves. Very quickly, I came to write things that would make my life easier. It is at this precise moment that the feather goes from observation to resistance and finally to resilience.
During these periods, a new life will be born: the life of an author, a creator, a blogger, and an entrepreneur. I often speak about “pain point” to be solved to describe an invention that will change not one but lives. Pain for Pain: Pain is a source of creativity and growth. More broadly, it is the difficulty that is the source of creativity. She’s the one who will make you feel human when she’s around. It will remind you of your mortality, that time is running out, and there is no more time to waste in planning to get down to it, to do what you refused to do finally. Didn’t you feel capable? Didn’t you feel legitimate? An issue will prove you the opposite, and the suffering at the beginning will become a blessing. So it is always with great happiness that I welcome the difficulty of reviving myself and not letting myself sink into the existential routine, a source of creative drying up and death of the innovation that we all have inside.
Life is more beautiful, and humanity needs me, needs us to improve itself.
Without hardship, I would never have been who I am, and you?
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