Day 12 - Pause

A break is needed on this Sabbath day, beneficial for my feet which suffered from a pair of shoes not suitable for walking, but also to take advantage of the facilities of this very beautiful hotel and prepare my professional marathon week as well as possible. . The hotel is stormed at weekends by families who come to meet. I exchange a few words with a couple in traditional dress celebrating their baby boy's first year of life. I didn't want to photograph them, probably out of modesty. I felt like I was robbing them of that moment. The grandparents were also very beautiful. Before my eyes was playing the living tableau of Life, of time which passes irremediably. Not understanding the language propelled me out of this picture and allowed me to observe it better. The generations look at each other, and are not alike. The big brother of the little evening prince is absorbed by the cell phone of the outdated mother. The father pretends to manage everything in front of the impassive and inquiring gaze of the stepfather. But the most beautiful, the most touching, will remain the face-to-face between mother and daughter. I couldn't control myself and stole this picture, this painting, from the Museum of Lives.

This is the only image I want to share. The illustration of the reflection we send back to our elders and vice versa. This mom must look at her daughter and remember when she was a year old herself. We go through this time, like it or not. The only certainty we have is that one day that time will stop. I do not share the opinion of Christian Carion "You have to be afraid of dying to appreciate the time that passes at its true value. Awareness of death is enough to appreciate time and enjoy every moment. Fear generates unrest which prevents us from taking advantage of the present. And why be afraid of something inescapable? To be afraid or not will not change the equation. Being afraid of an action over which we have control is understandable, but we generally do not control the instant we cease to live. I much prefer Plato in the Phaedo, for whom "to philosophize is to learn to die". But this topic will certainly deserve a full article, if time permits!

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