Today, on Granville Street, I saw a man seatted outside a café. I actually heard him first. He sounded like he was laughing his head off. From the look and the sound of him he may have been crazy. But he seemed to have a really good time. What would it take to be willing to look and sound crazy more often to have more fun?
I remember one day feeling so joyful that I wanted to dance while walking down the street. I didn’t dare but I am grateful for experiencing being “folle de joie” (joy crazy? Crazy with joy? Crazy of joy?).