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Insouciance

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Take a close look at the person in the attached photograph. Can you imagine this man crying and, with trembling fingers, dialing the phone number of some indistinct farm girl to tell her about his feelings for her? Can you imagine him letting a plump mother with a baby in her arms go ahead of him in line? Or that he works for half a year, handing out flyers, to buy himself an iPhone? Do you see in him a man who is ashamed to tell his parents that on his fifty-fourth birthday, he wants to have a drink with his friends?
Now look at him again. Do you see any stylish, branded, or at least clean clothes on him? Maybe he is covered with bulging muscles and thick veins? Does he have the appearance of a movie actor or a male model?
Is there an expensive car parked behind him? Look at this man again and ask yourself, what is wrong with him? Why is there iron in his gaze, steel in his posture, and lead instead of skin?
You are a poet! And a better one than Goethe and Schiller combined.