BETWEEN TWO CHAIRS

No two days are the same.
Like sitting in a laundry drum, I wait for the next spin cycle.
And at the same time I ask myself whether it is me who is pressing the button?

… “sling”…

What a … chaos…!!!

An enlightening voice inside me invites me to take a seat.
But where? I don’t know where my place is.

With a smile on my face, I think of the game from my childhood. The journey to Jerusalem.
The game is played in such a way that chairs are set up and you walk freely around the room. Music is playing. And when the music stops, everyone “should” find a seat. The crux of the matter is that there is always one less chair than there are players.
What a stupid game.
It is inevitable that someone will lose. Always one less. One armchair and one player less from round to round.

My smile fades.
Why do we play games in which there are always winners and losers?

I remember that I always found it difficult to claim an armchair just for myself in this game because I could feel the sadness of the others.
But also the ambition, the fighting spirit and a certain self-obsession.

I was the little mouse who found herself in an armchair with someone else.
I indicated my place on the chair with half an ass cheek and fell out of the game.

To avoid all the feelings of others that I felt, I chose the path of not fighting for my place.
What I saw were happy faces…at least for one round.

So was I the winner or the loser? Or both?

I believe that if we don’t take OUR place because we want to avoid something and it is important to us that others are happy, a feeling suffocates us…whatever it is.

We avoid because we don’t want to feel.
It is a lack of confidence that prevents us from fighting.
Because we think that there are always winners and losers.

But could we realize at the end that it was possibly just about the game?