Pride / Fierté
C’est Ce texte de ma fille cette semaine qui m’a donné l’idée du thème de la semaine, nous faire découvrir ce qui vous rend fier… Ce qui nous donne ce goût d’avoir bien fait dans la tête, le corps et la vie… Oui ma fille je me rappelle tes pleurs devant ce monument et ce sentiment de te rendre heureuse comme une évidente fierté. Merci à toi !
« Syndrome » Stendhal, « » Florence « or » traveler « , call it what you want. The eyes filled with tears, seized by a feeling of intense well-being, I realized a childhood dream. I ‘ had admired the pyramids of Cheops, climbed the Acropolis, visited the Colosseum, traveled Atlas, shuddered on Goree Island, slept under the starry sky of the Sahara. The Taj Mahal imposed on me its beauty. He brought in I brutal awareness of being in the world I can still see my father looking at me smiling and said to me. « It’s good, right? » My parents gave me a taste for travel, work and meetings. They taught me to dream with open eyes. In high school, I eat music and theater. I sing in a rock band, I write my own lyrics in English. The university is occupied to mature my love for culture. I discovered the history of languages, studied literature and linguistics, have a passion for me Duras, Beckett, Maupassant and many others. While waiting to find my way and to be sure I can finance my studies at the appropriate time, I found a job. My job as a waitress after school, especially helped me assert myself and gain confidence in myself. It allowed me to find an internship at France 3 Champagne-Ardenne. These two weeks have had on me the effect of an electric shock. In fact, I was dreaming, without much hope and considering that I was unable to become a journalist. I had read Bel Ami, I dreamed every night as Martin Weill in Le Petit Journal. I was just fantasizing that reconciles this profession, I then discovered, all that really dear to my heart. It was during my first editorial conference I had felt again this « sudden awareness of being in the world. » Yes, it feels good. It was not the exoticism of India that watered me but the feeling of having found my place. »
It is this text my daughter this week that gave me the idea of the theme of the week, we discover what makes you proud … This gives us a taste of having done well in the head, body and life … Yes my daughter I remember your tears before this monument and this feeling to make you happy as an obvious pride. Thank you !