“Roots” seems to be a basic word, but I took time before realizing how meaningfull it could be. I could reduce this interest to my origins, but we can having roots in many ways. For example, I travelled a lot in different countries and this year, I lived during 9 months in Finland (I am still living there but it comes to an end in few weeks)… These experiences fed an open-mindness that I consider as essential as breathing.
I need to know more about the world in order to find my place somewhere, to know my cultural and spacial limits. I need to understand the diversity to know who I am.
So, my roots are not only in my blood, they are growing inside the world and try to find a way to extend. By and by. More and more. It’s something which brings a lot of amazing meetings, or persons, or activities. It’s something not easy, and it forces to be “opened”.
Be opened all the time is hard, because it means that you have to wonder about yourself, about your prejudices, your beliefs… Sometimes, it feels good to just be sure, just close itself, locking it and saying ” it’s enough for me”. But then, there is often a narrow-mindness which follows.