A much-needed French holiday has taught me more about my wants and needs than any spiritual guru or therapist in the last 20 years. At least, that’s how I feel right now, upon waking to my last day here. This is the face of contentment. The heartaches, disappointments, and mistakes came with me, but they hurt less, half a world away. The food, wine, and novel stimuli help. Who needs a filter, literal or metaphorical, when you’ve accepted, if only for a moment, your insignificance?