Every man is an island
Robinson Crusoé is one of my favorite story, I’ve always loved it, it has a certain fascination on me I could say. And today, staying in my little flat on this holiday day, I realised I was a bit like him, stranded from the world even if I just had to go out to see people. Yes, it felt really like being on my own little private island today, way before Friday had found his way to me. I wonder how he felt, I very much would like to ‘feel’ what he felt. And somehow, I can just aspire to the calm and peace of not being surrounded by civilation as well as missing it deeply. I’ve heard this phrase ‘Every man is an island’ in a movie, and truly, I feel like being an island myself sometimes. And yet, I’m not.
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