Is another way possible?
Another world. Telephone, 1984. Two years later, I was born. My older sister's room was on the other side of the landing. Seven little years separate me and her.
His cassette radio was often turned on. When she was a teenager, it was not uncommon for me to hear Jean-Louis Aubert's voice in her room.
There was also Jean-Jacques, not Jean-Jaques Lefranc, the Marquis de Pompignan, also known as Lefranc de Pompignan, born in Monteauban. But Goldman, Jean-Jacques Goldman the singer, born in Paris. Yes, I typed Jean-Jacques on Google, just to see. The girls born in the early' 80s were all crazy about it, weren't they?
Another world, 1984. My name is not Jean-Louis, I'm not a singer or an artist, whatever? Aren't we all a little artist of our own life? 2017, thirty-three years later. This time I'm alive and well. I breathe, walk and think. And I too dream of another world...
I dream of a world where humans, nature and animals would be at the centre of all attentions. A world where we would be more interested in science, in the health of our planet and its inhabitants.
I dream of a world where nature would regain its rights. A world where everyone would really take care of the Earth, this planet that gives us so much and yet we destroy it day after day.
I dream of a world where business creation would not be the priority in the minds of young people. A world where business schools would be deserted in favour of training centres for scientific research.
I dream of a world where researchers are valued rather than entrepreneurs. A world where one would first seek to understand before building.
I dream of a world where the word startup wouldn't be on everyone's lips. A world where entrepreneurship would not rhyme with money, lies and manipulation.
I dream of a world in which creators no longer pretend to want to change society by concealing their only real objective: to enrich themselves through messianic discourses.
I dream of a world where everyone would take the time to grow, live and love without wanting to impress at all costs in a permanent need of recognition.
I dream of a world that may never exist. The world of Bears as some would say.
Also, I try to do my best to feel good in our world as it is today. But listening to my heart, even if it causes some suffering and misunderstanding of those who prefer to follow the movement.
I still have hope for humanity. Many people start to think through the right questions. It's up to us to shed light on these people. It is up to us to seek the positive in this world, because it exists. It is up to us not to dive, but to keep this necessary distance from life. We have all the cards in our hands.
I loved listening to my grandfather talk to me about his life, he is unfortunately no longer in this world today. Also, I found in Hubert Reeves' person another grandfather who has the talent and the voice to tell stories. Stories of stars, nature and humanity. Stories that make you dream. Thank you grandfather.
Last night, I was listening again to the wonderful compositions of Yann Tiersen's latest album, Eusa. And once again, my heart went wild. The world in which this genius composer takes us also makes me dream.
Will I too find peace on a small island in Brittany, far from the hustle and bustle of the big cities and this society of the future? I don't know, maybe not.
There are many ways to get closer to nature is the one that I envy most today. That's why I joined the ocean. Now it remains to build the rest of the story, my story.
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