Le scaphandre et le papillon...

Today I feel blue... I can’t focus on this never-ending world... I don’t want to admit it but today I feel lost... And only he, from above knows why...

A few nights ago, after my cooking therapy and puffing on a cigarette, meant to be the last one for the week, I watched one of my most favourite films for the second time and it felt even better than the first one... The Diving Bell and the Butterfly... A memoir of a guy whose charm was once causing jealousy in many a man... Jean-Dominique Bauby, the editor-in-chief of French Elle magazine, whose luxurious life was covered with loveliness and surrounded with style... Until one day in his early 40s, he got hit by the hardest stroke while driving his new Jaguar with his older son sitting right beside him... He got locked inside and was left all paralyzed except in one eye, his memory, and his imagination...

The movie is an adaptation of Jean Do’s memoir, which was magically written by himself with the help of a transcriber and him blinking thousands upon thousands of times to choose the next letter of the alphabet with his one and only eyelid...

All I can say is that we are all living in a world full of surprises, where we are all tied up to the thinnest thread and our lives can be changed dramatically in a blink of an eye... So why don’t we seize the day instead of being lost and blaming this beautiful world with millions of butterflies leaving their diving bells every single day and flying around as graciously as one can ever fly...

S

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