Usually I’m not a morning person, but this morning…

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Bonsoir tout le monde,

Let me tell you a little story or rather rant just a tad bit. It will be over before you know it. I was looking for Lunch in Paris this morning and could not find it for the life of me, I went through a mental list of  where I could have left it and in the process found instead the make-up bag I lost a week ago. Something so mundane hit me like a ton of bricks. You know when you are looking for something but instead you find something else? It’s a frustrating feeling but finding something especially something you weren’t expecting to find is a relief.

Why am I telling this story?

I got on the bus and still thought about my book, but then I got on the subway and I couldn’t tell you how I got to thinking deeper. It could have been triggered by a song I was listening to. I could have been watching people on the subway, I could have continued to subconciously think about where my book was. But at some point in my commute to work I thought about all the things in our daily lives we passionately look for and how we often, find something else. Then I started to question more, I questioned whether we are able to recognize that which we find as we find it or whether we realize it when and if we look back? Do we go in search of something only to find something else?

Then, at that point or at some point, I thought about where this whole train of thought started.

I was looking for my book to read on the bus.

Has something like this ever happened to you?

A la prochaine,

De moi pour toi

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