See now (the myth is that?) it all started that day on the glass ceiling ... and intensified later after you'd packed. And since then you've been griping and moping about being nowhere for very long. You've started to see distance as a hindrance---not quite insuperable, but almost. You've haven't yet quite failed to breathe the air that surrounds you or step on the ground that gladly supports you, but you don't seem to appreciate them nearly as much. Because you can only think, but this is not somewhere else. Or, in a few years' time this too will become only a part of my past.
Mais c'est la vie, n'est-ce pas? It doesn't mean you start mourning in advance for the things that you one day, in the distant or not-so-distant future, will have to let go. Only that you make the most of them, and smile while they last. And that you never give up in the face of obstacles, but onlygrit your teeth smile and try harder.
Du calme, monsieur. Du calme et du courage. And the hidden laughter / Of children in the foliage.
Mais c'est la vie, n'est-ce pas? It doesn't mean you start mourning in advance for the things that you one day, in the distant or not-so-distant future, will have to let go. Only that you make the most of them, and smile while they last. And that you never give up in the face of obstacles, but only
Du calme, monsieur. Du calme et du courage. And the hidden laughter / Of children in the foliage.