luni, 30 decembrie 2013

Moral story

The word that used to define me was cumbersome. I could not stop myself from wondering: is that the word that represents me still? I still cary with me a great burdain, maybe even more than one. I've just stopped thinking if I'm still a curbersome person.
Then, this nice story comes up and clears me of thoughts:
Once upon a time all feelings and emotions went to a coastal island for a vacation. According to their nature, each was having a good time. Suddenly, a warning of an impending storm was announced and everyone was advised to evacuate the island.
The announcement caused sudden panic. All rushed to their boats. Even damaged boats were quickly repaired and commissioned for duty.
Yet, Love did not wish to flee quickly. There was so much to do. But as the clouds darkened, Love realised it was time to leave. Alas, there were no boats to spare. Love looked around with hope.
Just then Prosperity passed by in a luxurious boat. Love shouted, “Prosperity, could you please take me in your boat?”
“No,” replied Prosperity, “my boat is full of precious possessions, gold and silver. There is no place for you.”
A little later Vanity came by in a beautiful boat. Again Love shouted, “Could you help me, Vanity? I am stranded and need a lift. Please take me with you.”
Vanity responded haughtily, “No, I cannot take you with me. My boat will get soiled with your muddy feet.”
Sorrow passed by after some time. Again, Love asked for help. But it was to no avail. “No, I cannot take you with me. I am so sad. I want to be by myself.”
When Happiness passed by a few minutes later, Love again called for help. But Happiness was so happy that it did not look around, hardly concerned about anyone.
Love was growing restless and dejected. Just then somebody called out, “Come Love, I will take you with me.” Love did not know who was being so magnanimous, but jumped on to the boat, greatly relieved that she would reach a safe place.
On getting off the boat, Love met Knowledge. Puzzled, Love inquired, “Knowledge, do you know who so generously gave me a lift just when no one else wished to help?”
Knowledge smiled, “Oh, that was Time.”
“And why would Time stop to pick me and take me to safety?” Love wondered.
Knowledge smiled with deep wisdom and replied, “Because only Time knows your true greatness and what you are capable of. Only Love can bring peace and great happiness in this world.”
“The important message is that when we are prosperous, we overlook love. When we feel important, we forget love. Even in happiness and sorrow we forget love. Only with time do we realize the importance of love. Why wait that long? Why not make love a part of your life today?”

No, I'm not cumbersome anymore.

vineri, 6 decembrie 2013


E doar una din serile in care te simti liber, relaxat, impacat si visator... Cand totul e cald, vantul nu bate si nici nu adie, nu simti frig, nu te poate supara nimic. Ai melodii relaxante in cap, iti amintesti filme, citate, cuvinte frumoase, amintiri spontane... Totul pare ireal. Te simti ireal...
De parca ai vedea pentru prima data cerul, te minunezi de fiecare detaliu... Vezi copacii pe care nu i-ai mai vazut inainte cu alta perspectiva.
Astept Craciunul... Astept sa simt senzatia asta in fiecare zi, nu numai azi... Si visez, visez... Maine, n-o sa-mi amintesc de azi si am sa revin la starea initiala...

marți, 3 decembrie 2013

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"Intr-o noapte senina cu luna plina, Jay-jay de indrepta spre centru, spre patinoarul de la Wollman Memorial. [...] Jay-jay astepta pana plecare toti si toate luminile fura stinse. Atunci sari gardul si pasi cu grija in centrul ringului. [...] Jay-jay isi scose tenisii si incerca sa alunece pe picioare numai in ciorapi. Capatand curaj, isi impleti degetele la spate, asa cum vazuse ca fac patinatorii olimpici [...]
Se tot invarti pana ce ciorapii ii fura uzi leoarca. Privi in jos la degetele-i inghetate si, o clipa, intra in panica la gandul ca ar putea raci: Niciodata. isi spuse el, cu obrajii aprinsi de efort. Sunt prea fericit ca sa racesc."

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