
Ce qui ne nous tue pas nous rend plus quoi ?
Les bonnes idées sont parfois dépassées par leur succès. Et peuvent devenir agaçantes : il suffit pour cela de les ressasser. Prenez par exemple la notion

Les bonnes idées sont parfois dépassées par leur succès. Et peuvent devenir agaçantes : il suffit pour cela de les ressasser. Prenez par exemple la notion

Dans la vie quotidienne, être trop sensible, c’est-à-dire réagir trop fortement avec ses émotions aux événements du quotidien (avoir les larmes aux yeux facilement, se

« Tout seul, on va plus vite ; mais ensemble, on va plus loin. » Cette formule pourrait être le slogan de l’interdépendance. Mais qu’est-ce au juste que

Je suis en visite chez des amis gagas des chats : chez eux, il y en a partout. Je m’amuse à les observer, j’aime surtout

Because I often talk about meditation, and the importance of living in the present moment, I sometimes get told off with "the present moment,

We are truly living through a strange period, a somewhat crazy period, which pushes us to equally strange reactions: irritation and

I'm on my scooter, on a city street near Paris. The traffic isn't too heavy, so I have time to look around

Nightmares are the intrusion of anxiety into the cozy cocoon of sleep. As a psychiatrist, I know they can ruin much more than

“I never lie, it’s too difficult. You have to constantly remember the millions of lies, anti-lies, and near-lies that came before—what a mess!”

This is the story of an 80-year-old woman who lives alone in the countryside. Her husband died a long time ago; they

We often complain about fatigue, but we mustn't forget that it also has its advantages. It's like pain, a

In his latest novel, Emmanuel Carrère quotes these words, taken from a letter written by an 8-year-old boy to his grandmother: “I am not

From the outside, meditating looks like thinking with your eyes closed. From the inside, it's something else entirely: it's making great use of the body, of

We never stay the same: the human being we were 5 or 10 years ago is no longer quite the same as the one we are now

The other day I was at a concert by a pianist friend. As usual, at the end, I witnessed the strange ritual of the encore: when everything was over,