“Putem numara stele de pe cer din nebunie ori din plictiseala. Uneori din ambele motive. Insa de cele mai multe ori uitam sa ne numaram si pe noi… singura stea… singura planeta, singurul soare care conteaza !… Privim Universul cu o ciudata neincredere, de parca nu am putea concepe ca mai exista si alte lumi, si alte realitati, si alte locuri in care alte forme de oameni iubesc, urasc, ucid, traiesc… Astfel ca, realitatea ne izbeste necontenit cu partea ei ascunsa in umbra: Ceea ce nu vedem ne vede. Ceea ce nu simtim ne simte. Ceea ce nu ne lipseste ne apartine. Treptat, insa, lucruri pe care nu le vedem devin vizibile iar lucrurilor pe care suntem obisnuiti sa le avem incepem sa le simtim lipsa. Natura noastra ne spune ca omul este un sistem dinamic in care o infinitate de lucruri pe care le avem face schimb de materie si spirit cu o infintate de lucruri pe care nu le avem. Atat timp cat va exista un echilibru in acest sistem va exista si armonie. Insa omul este o fiinta haotica ce va tinde sa-si asume rolul cunoasterii si va claca in fata noilor infinituri de necunoastere pe care le va intrezari. Omul nu a fost creat pentru a fi fericit ci pentru a oscila intre nebunia descoperirii si plictisela de armonie. Fericirea este doar momeala ce-l va tine in cursa, pana la sfarsit….” – Octavian Paler
There are three things I will always believe in (or I can even say I’ll have “faith” in) :
– The Power of Truth
Everything else it seems , at the least, questionable. To me it does. I might be wrong here, but for any of these three from the above ,details do not count because themselves are details of our life that make it worth while. And to not leave it just like this…let’s see.
Love – …is or isn’t (with the meaning of romantic love). It takes us about 6 seconds to unconsciously decide if we like or we don’t like somebody. It doesn’t take much longer to fall in love. What follows is just detail and that it is honestly not important for we all know that this inexplicable and extraordinary feeling, if it takes over our heart, it takes over all our senses . And if it doesn’t , then it is not Love in the most powerful sense of the word. It might be something else….but that is all. I am a strong believer in “love at first sight”, whether we are aware of it or not. Love at the second month’s sight is just pushing the inevitable wired end or life long numbness and self pity.
The Power of Truth – …as long as it is the truth, details are insignificant, whatever they might be.
And ME – …why wouldn’t I believe in me regardless of details? They do not matter for me is me, and will always be, and if I don’t accept me as I am (in an everlasting journey of learning and discovery ) with my passions,giving 100% in everything I do, with my curiosity , my desires, my aspirations and my dreams, then who else will ever be ready to accept me? You see, on an individual note, I don’t mean that I accept the way I am, and that is final, but I accept me at every moment, with all the new experiences that come and go, with all the changes that occur in my crazy mind and life. And on the same note, I will never compare myself to others.Not even with me in the past. Never… I am who I am now…and I will be whom I will be after I write this post, even if I will be a slightly different person , but I will still be ME only from few minutes later.
Everything else is questionable at one point or another….
Sure this can develop in a lengthy conversation and there can be more arguments for and against what I wrote above ,and I might just try to expand on the subject in a different post, but generally we start “dying” if we ever loose faith in any these three things.
But that is just me !…..it would be interesting to hear what you have to say
Around Horseshoe Lake in Woodland WA !
“Privim o vitrină astăzi iar mâine fugim de strada cu vitrina preferată. Probabil pentru că acolo am văzut ce ne-am dori sau poate pentru că acolo doar era acel ceva uşor de procurat. Dar, spre suprinderea noastră, zilele următoare ocolim. Dacă ne-am acorda răgaz să ne cunoaştem mai bine am putea înţelege ce se întâmplă cu noi..Nu este vorba despre plictiseală sau temere..pur şi simplu..ne schimbăm, suntem într-o continuă schimbare. Creştem sau ne micşorăm, cert este că mişcarea este unul din elementele definitorii ale noastre.
În schimb, ne călcăm libertatea şi dorinţa de altceva, ne încăpăţânăm să credem în iluzii…Şi astfel nu ne putem desprinde de trecut sau privim prezentul ca şi cum ar fi ieri actualizat. Aşteptăm să primim răspunsul la întrebările trecute, să ni se recunoască eforturile şi să ni se înţeleagă iubirea. Nu acceptăm nici o mutare pentru că nu credem în ea, nu o vedem posibilă.
Aş propune un imbold de a trece dincolo, pentru că doar astfel putem afla ce se potriveşte cu viaţa noastră. Nu e uşor, dar să ne imaginăm că ar fi ca şi cum am face curăţenie generală, închizând uşile trecutului şi făcând curăţenie în prezent pentru viitor. Şi se poate doar dacă ne facem curajul de a ne recunoaşte vina, lăsând dincolo ceea ce este greşit.
Astfel, acceptând mişcarea de rotaţie continuă, putem să ne reîntoarcem pe strada cu vitrine şi să privim cum, în tot acest timp, schimbările au avut loc şi în vitrina preferată cândva..şi astfel viaţa merge mai departe, tot pe aceeaşi stradă sau străzi lăturalnice, important este că devenim treptat noi, cei pe care îi căutăm o viaţă.
Iar mişcarea este inerentă, se întâmplă cu sau fără noi, de aceea trebuie să anticipăm şi să ne adaptăm, mai mult, să ne bucurăm de eventualele schimbări, să fim pregătiţi pentru altele din nou şi din nou…
Iar asta nu se poate altfel decât descoperind totul noi înşine şi, poate mult mai frumos, alături de cineva care să îşi dorească să ne descopere, să ne înţeleagă şi să ne întregească. Să spui CUVINTE şi să faci LUCRURI. Să simţi că eşti liber şi să ştii că posezi dar şi că eşti în posesia sa. Să te transformi în căutarea ta continuă şi să observi că puteţi evolua împreună…Şi astfel viaţa să redevină precum vitrina preferată..în regăsirea permanentă, pentru construcţia finală.” – by Mite
“ Fii schimbarea pe care vrei să o vezi în lume.” – Mahatma Ghandi
“Before you know it you’ll be asking, “How did it get so late so soon?” So take time to figure yourself out. Take time to realize what you want and need. Take time to take risks. Take time to love, laugh, cry, learn, and forgive. Life is shorter than it often seems.
Here are few things worth thinking about, before it’s too late:
- This moment is your life. – Your life is not between the moments of your birth and death. Your life is between now and your next breath. The present – the here and now – is all the life you ever get. So live each moment in full, in kindness and peace, without fear and regret. And do the best you can with what you have in this moment; because that is all you can ever expect of anyone, including yourself.
– A lifetime isn’t very long. – This is your life, and you’ve got to fight for it. Fight for what’s right. Fight for what you believe in. Fight for what’s important to you. Fight for the people you love, and never forget to tell them how much they mean to you. Realize that right now you’re lucky because you still have a chance. So stop for a moment and think. Whatever you still need to do, start doing it today. There are only so many tomorrows.
– The sacrifices you make today will pay dividends in the future. – When it comes to working hard to achieve a dream – earning a degree, building a business, or any other personal achievement that takes time and commitment – one thing you have to ask yourself is: “Am I willing to live a few years of my life like many people won’t, so I can spend the rest of my life like many people can’t?”
– When you procrastinate, you become a slave to yesterday. – But when you are proactive, it’s as if yesterday is a kind friend that helps take a load off your back. So do something right now that your future self will thank you for. Trust me, tomorrow you’ll be happy you started today.
– Failures are only lessons. – Good things come to those who still hope even though they’ve been disappointed, to those who still believe even though they’ve tasted failure, to those who still love even though they’ve been hurt. So never regret anything that has happened in your life; it cannot be changed, undone or forgotten. Take it all as lessons learned and move on with grace.
– You are your most important relationship. – Happiness is when you feel good about yourself without feeling the need for anyone else’s approval. You must first have a healthy relationship with yourself before you can have a healthy relationship with others. You have to feel worthwhile and acceptable in your own eyes, so that you’ll be able to look confidently into the eyes of the people around you and connect with them.
– A person’s actions speak the truth. – You’re going to come across people in your life who will say all the right words at all the right times; but in the end, it’s always their actions you should judge them by. So pay attention to what people do. Their actions will tell you everything you need to know.
– Small acts of kindness can make the world a better place. – Smile at people who look like they are having a rough day. Be kind to them. Kindness is the only investment that never fails. And wherever there is a human being, there’s an opportunity for kindness. Learn to give, even if it’s just a smile, not because you have too much, but because you understand there are so many others who feel like they have nothing at all.
– Behind every beautiful life, there has been some kind of pain. – You fall, you rise, you make mistakes, you live, you learn. You’re human, not perfect. You’ve been hurt, but you’re alive. Think of what a precious privilege it is to be alive – to breathe, to think, to enjoy, and to chase the things you love. Sometimes there is sadness in our journey, but there is also lots of beauty. We must keep putting one foot in front of the other even when we hurt, for we will never know what is waiting for us just around the bend.”
“Life is full of beauty. Notice it. Notice the bumble bee, the small child, and the smiling faces. Smell the rain, and feel the wind. Live your life to the fullest potential, and fight for your dreams.”
I often find myself just walking the streets, sometimes the plain desert, in search of nothing. Just moving along, in line with my thoughts towards the nothingness that floats above everything. I see, I touch and I wonder what would all be if I wasn’t me. What if I was you? Would everything look the same?
I swim in the reality of my perception, in the reality of my mind and I know when I will get to the shore I will cease to be. But the shore looks too far away, and that is a good sign as I can keep swimming in these troubled fields of my imagination and carry on with being me.
I open my eyes and see the light reflecting and giving shape and colour to the ever floating multitude of atoms that pulsate and vibrate creating the matter that I call my reality. Weirdly enough, nobody else calls it the same. Some call it my madness, others my dreams, but not me……I call it reality. My dreams are much more than the mere daily nothing. My dreams are even more nothing…but yet are mine, I cherish them and strive to achieve them ,which I might very well do one day. But then they will still be nothing. When I will get to the shore, tired of swimming, while waiting for my cessation, I will not be able to take them with me, I will have nothing and nothing will follow me any further.
“Tot ceea ce inconjuram cu privirea intr-o clipa ne afecteaza indiferent daca impactul frumosului sau uratului il simtim imediat sau la un interval de ore…Ni se intampla sa ne preocupe marile probleme ale lumii sau ale bucatariei proprii , pe moment,dar ceea ce capteaza privirea atunci, in secundele acelea nebune, nu ne lasa indiferenti..Probabil asa se explica de ce , uneori, plecam dintr-un camp visual si totusi…peste ceva timp…ni se reflecta un mesaj din locul din care am plecat…”
“Ei…de unde atat taraboi pentru niste imagini. Si cine este responsabil pentru asta?!..La prima incercare eu as da vina pe ochi si totusi mai este ceva…ceva ce tine de fiecare dintre noi caci altfel nu mi-as imagina de ce eu vad acel ceva invizibil pentru vecinul din campul meu visual…
E sensibilitatea care ne defineste pe fiecare si totodata ne determina sa ne orientam pe culoarele existentei in ce directive sa cautam fericirea si definitia vietii.
Nu-i asa ca cele mai profunde emotii si sentimente nu sunt exprimate, de obicei, prin cuvinte, ci mai degraba, printr-o simpla privire? Ce au ochii pentru a implica o asemenea expresivitate?” – by Mite
“What happens to the faith healer and the shaman when any poor citizen can see the full effect of drugs or surgeries, administered without ceremonies or mystifications? Roughly the same thing as happens to the rainmaker when the climatologist turns up, or to the diviner from the heavens when schoolteachers get hold of elementary telescopes.” – (Christopher HItchens, God Is Not Great)
“When the missionaries came to Africa they had the Bible and we had the land. They said ‘Let us pray.’ We closed our eyes. When we opened them we had the Bible and they had the land. – (Desmond Tutu)
“The idea of God was not a lie but a device of the unconscious which needed to be decoded by psychology. A personal god was nothing more than an exalted father-figure: desire for such a deity sprang from infantile yearnings for a powerful, protective father, for justice and fairness and for life to go on forever. God is simply a projection of these desires, feared and worshipped by human beings out of an abiding sense of helplessness. Religion belonged to the infancy of the human race; it had been a necessary stage in the transition from childhood to maturity. It had promoted ethical values which were essential to society. Now that humanity had come of age, however, it should be left behind” – (Sigmund Freud – A History Of God)
This is a hard question. I really don’t know where to start ! It is harder to find an answer when it comes to the material world just because we are in a continuous change. We are changing our minds too often to pin point what we want. And that is normal, it should be this way. What do we want from the material world should be nothing more than we need to make our dreams come true and to make us truly happy. And if that requires to change our minds often, we should. We need to put in the effort of really reflecting on this for it is easy to mistake what we think we want with what we feel we truly want. It isn’t very difficult to find arguments for something to swing in the totally wrong direction if we put our minds into it. But the truth lays deep within us and comes out just a split of a second in that first moment. Is like when you meet somebody for the first time and as soon as you lay your eyes on that person, you just know you don’t like them. They don’t really have to tell you much, they just have to be around you , many times just minutes, for you to feel that something is not quite right . An yet, if given the time to think, we fight this feeling, this instinct, and too often our feelings are proved right. It is the same when you see something or someone you like and you mind kills that feeling with superficial arguments. (I say that is what self confidence is all about….when you don’t let the fear of making a mistake control you into questioning that first moment when you feel something is right or wrong )
I can not deny I want some of the luxuries and comforts of the 21st century life. We all (at least those who are aware they exist) want them and there is not doubt about. But without trying to be modest, I want just enough of them to help me in my quest of making my dreams come true. I want to earn more so I can travel more. I want to buy a new camera and some more equipment so I can take better photos, more creative, more inspiring and unique. I want a car so I don’t waste more time than I need with my daily commute but rather do something more interesting . I want nothing different than any of you though my reasons might be questionable in certain cases , to say the least.(and I will leave it here)
To bring up the non-material ( which one may call dreams or ideals), first that comes to mind is wanting not to be bored. Sure that isn’t too special and it can be easily considered just a small day to day desire, but at times it is rather hard to achieve it, especially in the company of boring people. I do enjoy a good conversation, possibly with a drink or two only to enhance the moment as I sincerely dislike letting alcohol blur my mind to the point where I can not appreciate more than the horrible drunkenness.
I want people to really contemplate on the fact that they are dying.The final destination of our journey from birth is death. If we really give death a serious thought, and I mean really deep thought, we will find it will put life quite well into perspective.(As an example, very often the people that barely missed “passing through to the other side” have changed their outlook on life). You suddenly appreciate every moment more, you love more and hate less, you stop worrying for what you can’t control, you live a more fulfilling life and every second becomes more valuable as that might be your last. So I want people to consider spending some time and contemplate on this inevitable passing into nonexistance.
I want to have somebody to say “good evening” to as I enter through the door in the evenings.
We are social beings and we can not live alone. Even the loneliest person has a friend, being that real or imaginary. If you lack this desire it is widely accepted you are sick, but yet I seriously doubt there is any human being without having, at the very list, his imagination as a friend to share his happiness and sorrows with. And finding that friend in the one you share profound feelings of uncontrolled and unconditioned love with is worth more than anything else you could ever dream/
And the last but not at all the least, to cite Horace Mann’s injunction “until you have done something for humanity you should be ashamed to die”, I want to do something even if that is the last thing that I could do which is to become an organ donor .Though I like to brag without modesty that I can consider I’ve already done something in that direction, I would really be ashamed to die without doing it for as many times as I possible can.
To close this poorly structured post, I wish to tell you that I do not stretch and embarrass myself here with my writing skills just to look for some recognition or just to look interesting. I do it as I see that people stopped talking about themselves. Maybe if we will express what we really feel and want more often we will find that most of us, regardless of all other sociological differences ,are not so different after all. Maybe we will show more compassion,maybe we will fear less, love more and why not, on a personal level, have more self confidence and closer and more intimate relations. And if ever all of this will just make one and only one person think about it, without necesarly agreeing, it means that I achieved more than I have hoped to achieve. (I will stop here as I just realized ,re-reading , that I definitely lack inspiration and imagination. Hopefully the idea is clear and makes some sort of sense)
What do you want?
Who am I ? … I will never believe those who say they found the answer to this question. For if you ever really search for an answer, you will find that it is impossible to ever know as you are never the same, you are in a continuous change. You are what is around you mixed with what you make of it. And you are always different. Even if just by a very small fraction, you are always different from whom you were a minute ago. Our brain can process 1 million bits of information per second while we can be conscious only of about two thousands bits per second (this is debatable, numbers may vary, the idea is important ). That makes it even harder to ever know who we truly are. The only certitude of who I am is now, when I feel my fingers pressing different keys on the keyboard, trying to express my thoughts in words, pressing my back against the chair, sipping some water to wet my dry lips. This is who I am now. But after I finish this? After my brain processed few more millions bits of information and after I become conscious of few more thousands of the same, I have no idea whom I will be then!
People might think they know, and often people say they are good, they love thing, they love others, they don’t like one thing or another…they have friends, they enjoy reading….and this is who they are. But is it really true? For example…being good !…if you were ever put in the extreme situation of having to save your dearest ones, your children, your life by having to murder another innocent person , would you do it? There are people who will do it without blinking , most of the people will do it but will be marked for life , and very few people who will not do it. But would you do it? You don’t know. And if you would do it, would it be a bad or a good thing? Whom would you be then? A cold blooded murderer or someone full of love (for his close ones)?
I hate bitter taste…and often it makes me gag…but yet I love coffee without sugar, and I don’t know what else that tastes bitter I would like as I didn’t try everything out there. Can that be me, the guy who hates bitter, but yet he likes few bitter things? if that were true and I was that guy, that won’t define me very well. I do or I don’t like bitter? I don’t know…I know I don’t like some things I have tried already that were bitter and that is all.
So my answer to this question is – I HAVE NO CLUE ! All I can do is educate my mind for my inner self to know who I am at every given moment. Not control my soul, my heart, my body or my instincts with my EGO, but be as conscious as I can of everything that my existence throws at me and have faith my subconscious self will make the best out of everything else. I can stop trying to control everything and wake up every morning to start a fresh new day, with new challenges, pleasures, disappointments and whatever else might be and enjoy them all , but don’t hold on to them, as there will be another day coming where I will miss the new for holding on to the old. Love with passion and fall so I can get up more aware of were I step. I can Dream big, I can hope and I can desire.
I am what my life is !
(I hope this makes some sense to you and your comments are always welcomed…just don’t mind my poor writing skills. And just so you know, in the last image I was about 14kg heavier than now )
Viata nu a fost neaparat darnica cu mine. Si probabil nici nu va fi. Insa am invatat sa merg inainte cu entuziasm si fara prejudecati. Am ajuns sa nu mai judec oamenii prin prisma impulsurilor si fiorilor dati de moment si sa umblu pe drumurile cunoasterii de sine ca sa-i pot ierta pentru greselile pe care eventual tot le mai fac si ei. Daca mi-am acordat mie inca o sansa luptand cu otravuri care imi picurau in vene si impotriva tuturor asteptarilor (mai putin ale mele) i-am dovedit infernului ca nu cedez in fata greselilor naturii sau evolutiei, atunci de ce nu le-as oferi si lor acea sansa? Oricine face greseli, dar o greseala nu ne defineste. Caci in fond nu ne putem defini prin acea greseala. Noi nu suntem noi decat in relatie cu universul, cu mediul ce ne inconjoara. Asta ne defineste pe noi ca si noi: fiecare experienta traita, fiecare rasarit sau apus de soare care ne incanta privirea, fiecare fata pe care o privim, fiecare om care ne atinge si pe care noi il atingem. Daca un element sau mai multe din mediul nostru , din experientele noastre trecute si prezente ,a fost sau este gresit si ne-a dus spre greseala comisa si facem un efort sa il identificam si sa il schimbam catre bine, de ce sa nu mai primim o sansa? Chiar daca asta implica riscuri. Nu se merita? In fond daca le mai acordam o sansa, ne acordam noua o sansa, caci ei contribuie la a ne defini. Eu zic ca se merita. (acum nu trebuie sa fim prosti si sa ne lasam calcati in picioare…bunul simt si echilibrul sunt necesare).
Asa imi spune inima si ma chinui sa o ascult. Multa vreme nu am ascultat-o. Am crezut ca le stiu pe toate si nu trebuie sa mai ascult si de inima asta care si asa nu mai poate, avand si ea de a face cu cateva rani ce au lasat cicatrici adanci. Insa am simtit ca aceste rani au facut-o sa bata mai puternic si am realizat ca de fapt ea stie mai bine. (Vedeti voi, cunostintele pe care le culegem in fiecare secunda ajuta la cultivarea instinctului, intuitiei, inimii. Noi de ele trebuie sa ascultam. Ati auzit cu totii de “intuitia feminina” sau de acei oameni de succes despre care se spune ca “isi asculta instinctul”). Oricum , acele rani au facut inima sa bata cu mai multa pasiune si inversunare si s-a dovedit ca oricate as crede ca mintea mea stie…nu stie nimic. Si de fiecare data cand nu mi-am ascultat cu adevarat instinctul, si am lasa mintea sa se interpuna intre fiinta mea si cee ceea ce vrea ea instinctual, am avut de suferit. Si pina la urma trebuie sa las si inima asta sa o mai ia razna sa simt si eu ca traiesc. Si daca va fi iar ranita, acum stiu ca va deveni si mai puternica si va bate cu inca si mai multa pasiune, aruncandu-se in urmatorul abis al dorintelor si amorului in cautarea fericirii.
Nu pot lasa frica asta ascunsa in subconstientul meu sa imi opreasca inima. Ar fi o lasitate chinuitoare si singuratica, oricat m-as amagi eu ca nu este. Caci toti acei ce ne-am lasat inimile sa zburde catre amorul nebun stim cat de divin este. Nu las inima sa umble buimaca in confuzia fricii instalate in minte din cauza unui minut de ratacire si deziluzie si nu refuz sa mai dau o sansa inimii sa bata cum numai ea stie si sa imi inunde trupul cu elixirul placerilor sublime si infinite.
(the images don’t match the text very well…hope you enjoy them )
“Eu consider că nu există nicio deosebire între dramă și comedie. Mie mi se pare că este vorba de același lucru, dar care este privit din alt unchi de vedere. Sunt convins că orice întâmplare poate fi povestită în așa fel încât să stoarcă și lacrimi și hohote de râs. Mi se pare că e o trăsătură specifică poporului român acest “a face haz”, câteodată chiar de necaz.
Țin minte, m-am întâlnit odată cu un neamț care îmi povestea o excursie a lui în România pe la mânăstirile din nordul Moldovei și cum i s-a stricat lui motorul și a trebuit să se ducă la nu știu ce autoservice. Și eu tot așteptam, povestindu-mi, să văd care e poanta. Nu era nicio poantă: era o tragedie shakespeariană tot ce povestea el. Și mi-am dat seama câtă diferență este între un astfel de punct de vedere asupra vieții și altul povestit de un român care îmi povestea un accident, leșinat de râs, în care el își rupsese un picior, ălălalt trei coaste… Zice: “Da’ nenoricitu’ de ală care-a stat în spate nu mai avea niciun dinte-n gură și nu-nțelegeam ce spune!”. Și el îmi povestea toată această dramă, acest accident, dar, cum să spun, luat pe partea cealaltă. Totul era de un haz nemaipomenit, cum ăla vroia să le spună ceva și nu putea că-și rupsese doi dinți sau trei dinți din față. Și mi-am dat seama ca viața poate fi privită – nu doar din două puncte de vedere – dintr-o infinitate de puncte de vedere.” – Amza Pellea
Just find in you the one to fall in love with,
For that’s the only one that can guide you to the light
of beautiful mornings of happiness.
Let you be the prey of passions and desires and
love to hug your soul and stir the mind and body
as only love , with its beauty and sorrow can bring you close to heavens,
close to the paradise you have long forgotten.
The ghosts that linger in the darkness of your mind are powerless
against our dreams.
Tomorrow is uncertain and yesterday is gone
E trist…sa vrei sa fii neputincios in fata fricii.
Sa-ti lasi sufletul sa urle ingrozit de trecut si de viitor.
Sa fii prins intr-o cusca…sa-ti tii cheia in mina…si sa te temi de ceea ce este afara
De frumusete, de sentimente si trairi.
E trist sa te ascunzi…si sa nu iti lasi fiinta sa zburde libera.
E trist sa nu te daruiesti cu pasiune dragostei si suferintei.
E trist sa traiesti intr-o stare latenta de comfort ce totusi nu te satisface.
E trist sa nu visezi, sa nu speri, sa nu lupti…
E si mai trist cand esti constient de asta…si totusi lupti sa ramai asa
Si stai inchis acolo, cu sufletul ingrozit de trecut si viitor
Urland de durerea singuratatii…intr-o cusca de superficialitate si zambet fals.
E trist sa nu vrei sa TRAIESTI.
“Dimineaţa e abia presimţită şi totuşi sunt destui călători care vin şi călători care pleacă. De ce vin? De ce pleacă? Dar e prea devreme să întreb. Filosofii, istoricii, profeţii şi toti ceilalţi care se ocupă cu sensul existenţei dorm încă. Au citit până noaptea târziu şi nu pot să-i trezesc la o oră atât de nepotrivită. Există şi călători care stau şi aşteaptă, bineinţeles în sala de aşteptare, cuminţi, dar şi pe peroane. Ce aşteaptă? Dorm însă şi psihologii sau cum se mai cheamă cei care ştiu câte lucruri poate să aştepte un om şi, în general, ce rol are aşteptarea în lume. Nici pe ei nu pot să-i trezesc. Sunt obosiţi, extenuaţi de probleme serioase, nu se cade să-i deranjez pentru un fleac, fiindcă eu în gara aceasta, în dimineaţa aceasta, care nu e încă dimineaţă, e jumătate noapte, nu ştiu de ce stau oamenii prin salile de aşteptare ale veacului. Unii au renunţat să aştepte. Au aţipit, pur şi simplu, între doua ţipete de locomotivă. Au uitat de veniri, au uitat de plecări, au uitat de vacarmul din gară. E bine? E rău? Nu ştiu.Cei care explică astfel de lucruri complicate dorm şi ei. E normal.
Sunt din ce în ce mai multe întrebări şi ei trebuie să dea din ce în ce mai multe explicaţii în timp ce inexplicabilul creşte ca o noapte imensă sau ca o dimineaţă imensă, încât, stau mai departe în această jumatate de mirare şi jumatate de spaimă, prudent, să nu fac vreo gafă care să atragă atenţia celorlalţi asupra mea. Ar intoarce toţi capul. Ce caută ăsta aici, intr-o gară, cu întrebările lui? Aici nu e oracolul din Delfi. Aici oamenii vin şi pleacă, aşteaptă sau moţăie, dar nimeni, absolut nimeni nu-şi permite să pună întrebari. Deci, mă strecor din gară tiptil şi plec să umblu pe străzi. E mai bine. Singurul lucru care mă-ncurcă e că nu ştiu la ce oră se scoală filosofii, istoricii, profeţii, psihologii şi cei care ne explică lucrurile complicate, prin urmare nu ştiu cât ar trebui să umblu fără noimă pe străzi. Şi nici nu pot să întreb trecătorii. Risc să nimeresc vreunul dispus să mă ia peste picior şi să rădă: “Nu ştiai? Ne-am hotărăt să venim, să plecăm, să aşteptăm şi chiar să murim fără să ne mai punem întrebarea de ce. Lumea s-a transformat într-o gară, nu vezi?” Mai bine nu întreb. Tac şi mă uit la ferestre. ”
Intr-o Gara, Octavian Paler
(cred ca e cea mai buna descriere a ceea ce gandim cateodata…sau cel putin eu !) Enjoy the images …they are older…but still…hope you enjoy them !
I will take on a conversation I had this morning , quite a good one I might add.
First I want to touch a bit the subject of radicalism. I know that non-believers (“atheists” – as they are often called , a name I don’t agree with but I will not write here about it ) have the tendency to argue against religion with same radical attitude as religion fights common sense and morality. That can not really be disagreed upon, because we know that is true. I got one side blinded many times in my long discussions on the subject and I found that I was getting carried away in my desire to convert somebody to the non-religion that atheism is. Another mistake that we do, as Alan de Botton so eloquently put it in his book ” Religion for Atheists” , is that we forget how important religion was to the culture we are so proud of, how scriptures embody some good text, some quite decent philosophy of life that deserves its right place in our literature and body of knowledge, and can become very educative and very inspiring without necessarily having any religious believes. A decent book is a decent book after all.
So to fight radicalism with radicalism is plain out wrong. To be moderate in remarks against radicalism and be patient while arguing your points is the way to go as radicals vs radicals can lead only to something even more radical. And that is applicable to all non-believers and believers alike.
In the way of arguing your point, either side you find yourself, where does one needs to obstruct his freedom of speech to run a bit short of being offensive? When I argue against obesity, I do make it a point to pin out the fact that I was fat, and that people are fat. If that is a fact, it is hard to find it offensive. I don’t run around and tell women are fat, not because I am afraid they might threaten my life (which some of them will probably do) but because I am a man, and in my unpolished ways, I do try to make a good impression on the beauty that a woman represents and that every man desires.Is just my evolutionary copulation instinct that stops me, and the image of my mother smacking the words right out of my mouth.
Who is to decide when something is offensive? a simple thing like telling my grandma that the food she learned how to cook from her mother, who learned it from her mother and so on…, is disgusting , will be highly offensive to her, and I can see some other three or four of her sisters feeling the same, as that would insult entire generations of her family. Is that offensive enough to cut off the right to free speech? Certainly my grandma and the rules of politeness would say that, but we all can agree that this can never be a law punishable offence.
So if I , a non-believer, say that presumably god is not great…or god is not…is that offensive? If I say that religion is the enemy of morality and common sense ? (history and today’s news bring great proof to support this argument) Is that offensive? Shouldn’t I then feel offended when I hear that god is? or god is great? or when I hear that orthodox priest every Sunday singing and preaching to his congregation? I should take offence at the thousands of religious people condemning me for not believing, calling me a sinful person, telling me that I will burn in hell?
But here I am , not offended even for a bit, because despite me getting a bit carried away with my arguments against deity and against blind faith in fiction , I value a good conversation, and I do appreciate people that hold their ground and come up with reasonable and thoughtful arguments in support of their side. And I stand by the affirmation that if one is in truth as religious as I am not, then we can only end such a conversation being a bit wiser, having learned something and with a stronger faith and confidence in our values.
I passionately believe that, despite our debates and conversations on the subject, despite all arguments, we should all respect each other as human beings. We should take great offence when we see famine and disease ravishing our brothers and sisters, we should take great offence at the wars fought for material profits that kill innocent people. We shouldn’t take offence at ideas. Doesn’t matter how long and how fierce we debate, ideas and thought and free speech are the forces that drive us forward.
As usual, I hope nobody will find my opinion offensive as it is not intended to offend, and I invite any valid and educated argument against it. Ignore this if you find it erratic and nonsensical ,or criticise it if you wish to…as long as you put some thought into it.
The images are not at all related to the subject, but I still hope you enjoy them.
“Singurele lucruri reale, singurele lucruri pe care le
ducem cu noi până la urmă sunt propriile noastre
sentimente, dragostele noastre, patemile noastre,
urile şi adversităţile noastre. Mă-ntreb: noi, la
capătul vieţii noastre, ce-am lăsa în afară?
Bănuiesc că putem lăsa nişte sentimente. Mai
puţin de ură, întrucâtva de patemi dar… de
dragoste mai ales.”
- Gand 6, Nichita Stanescu
“The spirit of jazz is the spirit of openness” – Herbie Hancock
“Black and white are the colors of photography. To me they symbolize the alternatives of hope and despair to which mankind is forever subjected” – Robert Frank
We feel, we are extremely emotional, we sacrifice , we compromise, we desire, we love, we suffer….. And our “soul” takes it all in, with courage, like a never ending storage for what touches us the deepest, down to the core of our being. And gets richer, bigger, sometimes better, sometimes worst, and drives our engine, our being through whatever life throws at us, and pushes us through to the next again…and again.
Religions say it is that white cloud of smoke that raises up to havens when we end this earthly life, or goes down the road of fire and pain towards the melting red hell, or just jumps over and helps another living thing rise from nothingness and grow , just to die again and continue this ideal and imaginary infinite cycle.
Science can not disprove its existence, and nobody else can prove it; we can not see it, but we know it is there, somewhere, in the hidden corners of our hearts and minds, we feel it, we think it and it is reality to every individual. A subjective reality that we can almost touch but we can never identify from the complexity of our thoughts.