Words we want to hear?
Vitry-sur-Seine, 7:30 a.m., and not 7:30 p.m., I board my articulated bus as I do five days a week to go to the place of my professional exploits. My gaze is immediately alerted by the familiar face of my friend Samy who invites me to take a seat next to him. So we start chatting and talking about the world around us. Arrived at Porte de Choisy, I wish him a good day by promising to contact him during the week, a promise that I am not sure of keeping as my day risks being hectic. Samy for his part gratifies me with “good courage”, a formula he lets go with a benevolent smile. I get on the tram with this image in my head and this very strange formula. But why did he say “good luck” to me? And why do I hear here and there “good luck”? Shall we go to the front to do battle? Do we have to break the 110 m hurdles record in the streets of the inner Parisian belt? I reassure myself because on the one hand, I haven’t seen any hurdles on my daily route except inside the Stade Charlety, and on the other hand, even if we compare the office to a battlefield, it’s still good to hear a picture. Indeed, there is neither bloodshed nor hemoglobin bath and even less spontaneous dismemberment caused by a mine or a shell. Knowing that I am going to the place of my professional exploits, I should be rewarded with the following formulas:
- “ you’re the best “
- “You have no limits”
- “You will do great things today”
“How about your own business?” »
These are phrases I would like to hear rather than “good luck”. I’m not going to go into the electric chair or be chased by a pack of wolves, much less fight with my bare hands one of my colleagues armed with a chainsaw. That being said, if we change the language, we also change the postures. A smile forms on my face because I know full well that I can do great things and that I am not the only one to think so. Once in the office, I greet my colleagues with an even bigger smile. The famous “good luck” is behind me because courage I have in spades and have never lacked. I notice that I’m not the only one when I see workers getting down to renovating the Belfry of Montrouge (city in the suburb of Paris). A huge building that had 27 bells and brought together all the municipal services. These men don’t wish each other good luck, but together they think they’ll make it. And it’s done because this magnificent building shines on my daily journey and represents a real visual pleasure for anyone who sees it.
So a good road to admire the daily exploits that humans can achieve!
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