I want you to have my life.

Who am I?

Your average Joe.

My family is nuclear — my rhythms are regular.

I am Jack’s grumbling ulcer and Pulp’s common people.

Apart from some persistent emotional abuse — which keeps me motivated,

I can hum Pharrell’s “Happy” and mean it –

I can be a party animal and seem it.

I am the stats — have lived according to the norm.

So far, so beautifully small — as in Schumacher.

Who am I?

Nobody — and yet –

I live extraordinarily, right here, right now.

The plan?

Never even had a “pla” — and now I live the dream.

Smug? — no. Grateful — yes.

Suffer fools gladly? — no way. Say it like it is?

“Hell, yeah!”

I would sell you the picture of the blue sky, azure sea, artist life on the shores of the Med (mer sea!) — but you wouldn’t buy it, cautious as you are.

I want you to though — I want you to have a normal life — an alive life — free, in the real sense of the word: engaged, busy, making links — sometimes making a difference…