Carl Jung concluded his autobiographical book “Memories, Dreams and Reflections” with these words :

The older I have become, the less I have understood or had insight into or known about myself. I am astonished, disappointed, pleased with myself. I am distressed, depressed, rapturous. I am all these things at once, and cannot add up the sum. I am incapable of determining ultimate worth or worthlessness; I have no judgment about myself and my life. There is nothing I am quite sure about. I have no definite convictions-not about anything, really. I know only that I was born and exist, and it seems to me that I have been carried along. I exist on the foundation of something I do not know. In spite of all uncertainties, I feel a solidity underlying all existence and a continuity in my mode of being. The world into which we are born is brutal and cruel, and at the same time of divine beauty. Which element we think outweighs the other, whether meaninglessness or meaning, is matter of temperament. If meaninglessness were absolutely preponderant, the meaningfulness of life would vanish to an increasing degree with each step in our development. But that is -or seems to me- not the case. Probably, as in all metaphysical questions, both are true : Life is -or has- meaning and meaninglessness. I cherish the anxious hope that meaning will preponderate and win the battle.

Je n'ai pas peur de la route

Faudrait voir, faut qu'on y goûte

Des méandres au creux des reins

Et tout ira bien

Le vent nous portera.

I'm not afraid of the road.

We'll have to see, we have to taste it.

Meanders in the hollow of the back.

And everything will be fine.

The wind will carry us.

“Le Vent Nous Portera” is about embracing life’s journey without being afraid.

“I was born and exist, and it seems to me that I have been carried along. I exist on the foundation of something I do not know. In spite of all uncertainties, I feel a solidity underlying all existence and a continuity in my mode of being.”

This makes me think of Paul Tillich’s concept of God as the Ground of Being. And “le vent” (the wind) makes me think of πνεῦμα (wind, spirit breath) the Holy Spirit who carries and sustains us.

“Et tout ira bien” - And everything will be fine.

“All manner of things shall be well.” Julian of Norwich.

The images in this video of a boy and his mother are really beautiful.