OPINION COLUMN #21
Three weeks ago, I got kicked off as I was horse-ridding, and I sprained my ankle. Before falling, should I clarify. My foot made a cracking sound in my stirrup as I was trying to stay on the bloody horse… I limped for two days ans I was back on track. Except for little pains and less mobility. This week, I then got an X-ray, and an MRI. To confirm.
Diagnostic: complicated Chopard’s sprained ankle. Chopard’s sprain is already a thing! So, to add to my own complications, I have to show off!
My Chopard’s sprained ankle gives me the impression I play piano. I got mixed up with Chopin’s sprained ankle and I turned into a musician genius…
But my complicated sprained sprained ankle mostly gives me the impression nothing is simple in my life. I have definitely chosen the wrong mantra “Why make things easy when you can make them complicated?“. I feel like I got the message too late and I can’t do anything about it now.
My complicated Chopard’s sprained ankle freezes me on the spot, when I need some fresh air, when I want to run to forget, to fly to overcome. It nails me with my own mind. I have to listen to my thoughts all-the-time, not only when I decide. I have to come to grips with my bad mental habits and kick their ass not to get endlessly stuck.
My complicated Chopard’s sprained ankle drowns me into my sadness. I litterally feel crushed by life, present and destiny. It definitely makes me dramatic. Not to say a Drama Queen. At least I am the queen of something, to complete my new musical talent!
My complicated Chopard’s sprained ankle adds up to my torn apart life. Like I had to take care of every inch of my skin, in order to heal every though, to dry every tear.
My complicated Chopard’s sprained ankle enlightens, gives perspective, embodies, love lessons to live my life. Or maybe it is reversed.
But during windy days like today, as the rain cries through my heart, my complicated Chopard’s sprained ankle imprints my empty love, my tormented mind, my lonely body, tiding up this “complicated” word to every layer of my skin and life.
Justine T.Annezo – February, 11th 2026 – GTM+2
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