A friend told me today that I’m like the Little Prince looking for paradise. This is the second time I’m likened to that small blond idealist. When I read the book in school it was homework, french, kind of childish for a kid. People who know me well chose it later to make sense of me. I don’t remember any of it and don’t want to reread it. I might just wave my hand at every metaphor and be like, yeah, I know. I’m sure the boy’s paradise is friendship after struggling to find it through isolation. Must be. Might have been the situation of the author. You might say its an idealist and simplistic children’s tale and too good to be true. I feel I have been exceptionally lucky in that among the people I meet, there are those roses and foxes, people at least as poetic as I am, really they too Little Princes in their own right, on the same quest to connect. The actual poetry lies here again, in the real world. People dreaming like children all their lives, people who want to dream together, who are ready to make sacrifices, to be able to keep on dreaming. Writing this, the word naivete comes to mind. That’s the first reaction you might have. But my experience differs. Dreamers, those who live for their passion and go all in to be able to live them, are all but naive. They are not weak. They are not easy to dupe or exploit. The people I’m thinking about are sharp, dedicated, educated and extremely critical. They are fighters, passionate and sometimes cruel. Really, I wouldn’t want to be on their bad side. Those are the dreamers I know. The friend is right. I am looking for paradise right now and I do it to share. When I share a place, a nice shot, a fun fact, an idea, it becomes paradise for me. I get involuntarily happy sitting all day long sipping coffee and smiling. Alone, because my mind is beautiful, and not alone, because it wouldn’t be as a king of an abandoned planet. ### Share this: