Predestination: On the Road of My Life

Everything was leading me to this moment. How could I have not seen it? Like little pebbles scattered throughout my life, a red thread pulled through a labyrinth, my path was inevitably leading me to this moment as if it were predestined.

The certainty of being in the right place at the right time. Just me and the world. A pure moment of perfection, harmony, and clarity. Of faith.

Throughout our existence, we are prompted to rewrite our story, to observe it with fresh eyes, as if, from outside ourselves, we are discovering a film at the cinema. Whether rewriting or reinterpreting, this revision of our life brings us moments of clarity and illumination:

I, who thought I had crossed deserts, climbed peaks, taken many detours, walked from tree to tree in a dense forest... with a little perspective, I see a smooth, almost straight path.

From a little height, everything seems so simple.

Like a drone rising into the sky revealing a wooded mountain landscape: in the car, the driver may feel as though they are zigzagging without making progress, getting lost deeper in the dark woods, unsure if the path taken will lead somewhere. But from above, the little car is on a clear course, illuminated by the rays of a sparkling sun.

This is undoubtedly what it means to take a step back... A mental distance that only physical distance can provide so intensely. The journey in all its dimensions...

On the roads, we replay the tape of our life. You don't need to be dying to see the images of your pivotal moments. For me, these powerful moments will be associated with intense emotions of joy, anger, sadness, pleasure, shame, intimacy, laughter. Also associated with values that are important to me: freedom, family, love, honesty, tolerance, justice...

My sweet moments bring a smile and sometimes a tear to my eye. My difficult moments to digest, I chew and re-chew to finally integrate them into my story. No longer just a ball of cotton. Just a stretched thread, that of my life. A few knots here and there. Sometimes a worn piece of thread frayed by tougher events. A thread that also thickens from happiness at other times. But a unique thread.

The thread of my life, I have already lived it (in part), but I do not know it yet. It is only now that I start to see it take shape before my eyes as I reclaim my story. My story. The one of which I am the heroine.

And this thread has brought me here. Up to today. A life journey that seems to sometimes get lost in twists and turns. Studies here, jobs there, travels and dreams. What if all these little boxes of my life were not actually boxes? What if everything made sense? What if everything was connected? What if it was all me?

We are multipotential beings, far more complicated to define and predict than it appears at first glance. All the same and yet so different, we do not allow ourselves to be defined by geographical, social, religious, political, or work affiliations... We are all of that and so much more, much more than the sum of the little pieces of our lives.

And our path, amidst all these affiliations, all these identities, all these dreams, weaves into a thread that, at the end of the road, will likely seem obvious to us.

A thread that does not weave itself alone. A thread that grows with each of our choices. Our true choices embraced and that come from the heart and gut. Those choices that make us who we are, that make us real.

Sometimes threads intersect, intertwine for a certain stretch of the journey, enrich... Some encounters make us feel even more alive. Even more ourselves. Thank you to those who helped me grow this thread.

From one trip to another, my life is drawn, takes on meaning. I accentuate the traits of myself and my life that I like, encouraging them to grow even further. And I allow different passions to meet: travel, psychology, sharing, writing, imagination... My >(if only crystal balls) scattered in all corners of the world, in all corners of myself. By bringing them together, I assemble myself and make many wishes: many projects sprout in my mind. So many obvious things, so many images that impose themselves on me, and I still have to accentuate the lines to give them life...

You will have understood, many new projects on my mind. I will tell you about them as they take shape... Not to rush, not to pressure.

From one trip to another, from one project to another, my journey continues to build itself, to appear under my incredulous and amused gaze:

This article was inspired by the film (and its original soundtrack) Walter Mitty, which can be found in the article >.

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