vineri, 22 februarie 2008

Un gand

Poetul german Herman Hesse a scris: "Dacă urăsti pe cineva urăsti ceva din lăuntrul lui care se regăseste si la tine. Ceea ce nu se află în noi însine nu ne deranjează".

miercuri, 20 februarie 2008

"Prosti, dar multi!"

Iata o expresie cu 2 fete: "Prosti, dar multi!"
Care sunt fetele? Pai in primul rand pentru ca sunt prosti, ii putem manipula, ceea ce ne convine de minune. In al doile rand, pentru ca sunt multi, daca sunt impotriva noastra am incurcat-o. Deci ramane o singura solutie: sa-i manipulam!! Pe cine? Cum adica, nu vezi lumea oamenii din jurul tau? Pe ei! Cine sa-i manipuleze? Cine e mai destept? Nuuu, ci acela care are mijloacele necesare. Ar putea fi destept, dar totodata prost... ar putea fi la randul lui manipulat.
Si atunci cum ramane cu cei destepti? Nu se lasa manipulati si cad drept prosti, deci nu rezolva nimic. Sau se prefac prosti deci intra in randul prostilor, fiind manipulati. Deci si cei destepti sunt prosti.
Si atunci ce ne facem? Poate reusim sa ramanem indiferenti, neincadrandu-ne in nici o categorie... hmmm... cam greu. Si ne intrebam ce e viata? Pai, cum sa zic, viata nu prea e asa cum ar trebui. Pentru ca omul a fost facut sa fie liber, dar el, ca un "destept" a preferat sa fie robit. Si acum toti traim cu o falsa impresie de libertate, intr-o societate in care suntem mai aserviti ca niciodata.
Te simti liber? Inseamna ca traiesti pe spinarea parintilor sau a altor persoane.
Te simti liber? Stai sa vina toate facturile si toate obligatiile pe care le ai.
Te simti liber? Probabil visezi un vis frumos.
Te simti liber? Esti prea mic pentru a nu te simti asa.
Deci nu esti liber, chiar daca te simti asa...cel putin nu esti liber in raport cu lumea aceasta si nu vei fi niciodata, nici macar dupa moarte.
Esti cu adevarat liber? Asta numai daca esti "cetatean al cerului" (si aici nu ma refer la a fi cu capul in nori, ci la ceea ce spunea apostolul Pavel intr-una din epistolele sale). Dar si aceasta libertate este intr-o oarecare masura irelevanta pe moment, pentru ca acum esti intr-un teritoriu strain, al carui cetatean nu esti, deci nu te vei simti niciodata ca acasa in acest loc.
"Liberte, fraternite, egalite...!" Ha Ha Ha... nici in visele tale cata vreme vor exista oameni "prosti, dar multi!"

miercuri, 16 ianuarie 2008

LOVE

- alt eseu in engleza -

“Say what you will, ‘tis better to be left than never to have been loved” (William Congreve)

Love… what is love? Since man first appeared on the face of the earth, love was there, sticked to him. And nowadays, when everybody seems so cold and senseless, love finds a way to mess with our hearts and minds, even if we don’t want it. So we would like to control love, to stop it from hurting us or from making us feel, uh, you know… feel like being in love.
Is love when you miss someone, is it when that someone is with you and your heart beats like crazy? Is love a feeling or is it a rational thing that we can control? Is it in our powers to decide whom to love? And how does it feel to love and to be loved?
First of all, love is a choice you make, is your responsibility. But, in the same time, love is acting on its own, being more than a rational feeling. Actually, love is such a complex thing, that you can’t say exactly what it is. All that is certain about love is that every single person that has ever lived or still lives today needs to love and to be loved. And, I guess, not only humans need love, but also the animals (and even the plants, as the researchers noticed). They seem to react to feelings such as love, hate, anger, and they can reply to those feelings.
Love has to be experienced, not explained. If you try to understand love, before living it, you would be kind of like Newton. He only discovered gravity when the apple fell on his head, not when he was living all day among numbers and physics theories. But, you might get hurt by love, because that apple might be a bit heavier in your particular case. So love is also about courage. The guts to experience something new, something that might hurt, but you could also take off for the ninth heaven.
People say love is blind. Well, that’s not love, dude. Love is rational. You have to think to the next step you should make when you love someone, to see the benefits and the downside of your decisions and actions.
And there’s another problem. People refer to love as like between man and woman. But you see, that’s only the cherry on the top of the “love cake”. You are meant to love your parents, your friends, the people you know, your enemies, yourself (this one is the trickiest of all), God. Loving all these persons will make you satisfied, and loving a girl (in my case…) or a boy, well, that’s like wow!
But, the biggest wow you get is from God, because even if you don’t love him, he will always love you. You know people can easily let you down and instead of that wow you are looking for, all you get is an ouch! So, as I said, you have the cherry, but the cherry without a cake is like a fish without a bike. And the best part of the cake is made out of God’s love for you and your love for him.
Love… it make you bring together all the various directions of your life and unites them in big creamy delicious cake with a nice shiny red cherry on top of it. Dare to taste it and you will never get enough of it.

miercuri, 26 decembrie 2007

Secretul vietii

"Secretul vietii este sa urmaresti un singur lucru"

"Vai de sufletele slabe si nesigure care sunt impartite intre Dumnezeu si lume! Ele isi doresc si nu isi doresc; sunt sfasiate de dorinta si, in acelasi timp, de remuscari... Au oroare de rau, dar le este rusine de bine. Simt durerile virtutii fara insa a gusta dulceata consolarii. O, cat de nenorocite sunt aceste suflete."
Francois Fenelon

Citind aceste randuri mi-am dat seama ca ceea ce imi lipseste este hotararea. Tot timpul evit in luarea unei decizii de teama regretelor ce pot aparea mai tarziu.

marți, 4 decembrie 2007

1 Decembrie

Ziua Nationala a Romaniei!
Si ca sa vezi, am fost la Alba Iulia, acolo unde acum 89 de ani s-a infaptuit unirea. Cum era normal, a fost sarbatoare. Cel putin asa se zice. Dar ca la orice eveniment ce se desfasoara in Romanica, nu putea lipsi prostia. In parcul din Cetate, langa Catedrala, misuna poporul roman pe la diverse tarabe ce avea menirea sa ne aminteasca faptul ca suntem romani. Si uite asa toti fluturau tricolorul, cantau imnul national, unii erau inbracati in costume populare. Pana cand auzeai ca muzica populara ce se chinuia sa iasa din niste boxe amarate ale municipalitatii era acoperita de basii de la house-ul celor cu tiribomba si masinutele, nelipsiti de la evenimentele unde mai pot lua si ei cate un banut. Si cum de obicei modernul nu se intelege cu cele vechi, si de data asta undele sonore s-au incurcat si nu stiai decat ca e galagie. Si ca sa- citez pe desteptu' de vIrinel, a fost "misto".
Ce mi-a placut a fost focul de artificii de pe la 7 si jumate seara. Desi nu a avut nimic de-a face cu 1 Decembrie 1918, ca atunci baietii terminasera razboiul, deci nu mai era galagie ca acum.

Oricum, motivul pentru care am fost la Alba Iulia a fost Conferinta Nationala de Tineret organizata de Biserica Baptista "Cetatea"