Category Archives: How to change the world

badluck is still luck

Luck is, and always has been, a matter of perspective. Represented by unlucky numbers or weird habits and superstitions badLUCK has nevertheless the word luck in it.

How many of you ever wondered why that is as it is? It might be from the limited creativity of the people who have invented this word of from the fact that badluck comes as an apparent lack of luck or from the wrong type of luck.

I once read a prayer that was resuming the idea that we sometimes ask from God not what we need but what we want, and we get upset when the result is not what we asked for and therefore miss the meaning of the experience itself by complaining.

Yesterday I had some sort of badluck but I’m sure it’s only the angle that makes it look bad. So I have now decided to switch angles and not moan about the whole of yesterday.

negotiable truths

„Reality” can easily slide in your mind and insert there the idea of truth. School teaches you that universe has certain absolute truths, that there are axioms and irrefutable statements.

Growing up with all these you stop wondering at a certain point, you shut down your curiosity and limit your creativity until you reach the point where you are told that questions are the key to knowledge and there is nothing that multiple perspectives can’t change or solve.

At the time I’m writing this I’m watching the bubbles from my glass of beer climbing upwards. I might just as well be the only (sober) person contemplating alcohol in order to think about truths. After all, I am having a beer…

I find believing , simply believing, a very hard thing to do. I can believe in people, in feelings, in emotions…however vague believes are too hard to grasp for me. But everything proves itself to be vague in the end and the whole reality is nothing more but a bunch of negotiable truths.

Why negotiable?

Because they work pretty much like this:

1) first, we give up a bit on what we believe to be real in order to reach a common ground;

2) secondly, we push people around to accept or to come to the same meaning for „reality” as we did, so that we wouldn’t need to doubt our own choices;

3) the third step consists in setting so often middle lines, and common truth grounds that we can never know what was real in the beginning;

4) last step is simple and painful: the attempt to remember who you are/ were!

Some things are not negotiable and that is why I dare to believe what I say, to respect what I think and express my appreciation towards what I like. World is a manipulative playground but my mind can just as well do its best in throwing the ball back, out of my court.

on the art of surviving

To be or not be…it’s a piece of crap! And by this I do not refer to Shakespeare’s work, cause I’m too tired for that, but to the statement that is still considered to be…intriguing.

Well yes, I repeat, intriguing or not, thinking about this is useless. It’s NEVER this simple! It’s never about TO BE or NOT.

BEING is a thing that grows with you, considering how much of a BEING you want/ choose to be.

So BEING comes around your life pretty much like this:

– in childhood you wonder mostly „who are they”/ or „what are they?” or in your early years your main question will be „is this edible?”;

– in teenage it’s all about „who am I?”, even though 99% of the emo kids nowadays live by the question „WHY ME?”;

– in your early youth you are pretty much concerned about what to do with what you may have found out in teenage you were – so it’s a lot about „WHO do I want/ need to become?’

– in your mid-life crisis you doubt everything , you regret a bunch of stuff, you go back to your old habbits that make you think you were younger and then ask yourself „who have I truly become?” or „how did I become this?„;

– and then you’re old and some joke of a human being comes up to you, after all the struggle and questioning, and says : „IT’S ALL ABOUT TO BE OR NOT TO BE!”

If that happens to me when I’m old, I swear to God I throw my walking device into him! Actually, I’ll throw something at the person who says that to me now.

It’s not about saying…to be or not to be!!!! but about saying I want to be, and I’ll just as well give my best to make a difference.

It’s not about the world today!!! It’s about us who make the world today! It’s us who don’t stand by each other’s side cause we have a movie to watch and it’s us who teach our (future) children to guide themselves by money and wonder what the hell did we do wrong when 20 years later he doesn’t give a damn about who gave birth to them.

Oh, it is us who hurt eachother! Like the old saying „Guns don’t hurt people! PEOPLE hurt PEOPLE!”. So it’s all about the art of surviving if you see your life like a war, but it’s never about a simple choice unless you are selfish and you are seriousely lacking self esteem.

my journey

Sometimes…perhaps….maybe….

Signs of doubt will always be simple rocks on a pathway. If you keep looking at the sometimes in your life you might end up tripping on something that was never meant or capable of endangering your goal.

I truly believe we are born to learn a set of lessons and to make a difference. Also, I believe we are born to accomplish something…and unless you will try find out what that something is you haven’t outlived …your life. The small things that grow in time, the big things that become smaller in time…the small things that stay small but matter or the big things that will be big forever: all these last longer that we do.

It might sound childish but I am a fan of the fortune cookies on Facebook. Why? Because I’m in a transition period from one life stile to another, from one life approach to another…from something to „a something else”. And every time I open one it strikes me: there are so many wiser things I could be doing than worrying…

Today’s fortune cookie say: „Sometimes the object of the journey is not the end, but the journey itself.”

So that might be my journey and I’m planning to make a difference.

your souls…your LIFE

On Marriage

Kahlil Gibran

” You were born together,
and together you shall be forevermore.
You shall be together when the white wings of death scatter your days.
Ay, you shall be together even in the silent memory of God.
But let there be spaces in your togetherness,
and let the winds of the heavens dance between you.
Love one another, but make not a bond of love:
Let it rather be a moving sea
between the shores of your souls.
Fill each other’s cup but drink not from one cup.
Give one another of your bread but eat not from the same loaf.
Sing and dance together and be joyous, but let each one of you be alone,
Even as the strings of a lute are alone
though they quiver with the same music.
Give your hearts, but not into each other’s keeping.
For only the hand of Life can contain your hearts.
And stand together yet not too near together:
For the pillars of the temple stand apart,
And the oak tree and the cypress grow not in each other’s shadow.”

in timp…dar din pacate doar in timp

Se spune ca nimic nu e cu adevarat intamplator in viata unui om, ca toate se leaga intre ele daca stii cum sa le privesti …iar uneori trebuie sa fii intr-un anumit punct pentru a putea vedea aceste lucruri.

Nu intamplator, asadar, prin liceu am dat peste urmatorul fragment de Jorge Luis Borges care a insemnat si inseamna destul de mult pentru mine:

„Dupa un anumit timp, omul invata sa perceapa diferenta subtila intre a sustine o mana si a inlantui un suflet, si invata ca amorul nu inseamna a te culca cu cineva si ca a avea pe cineva alaturi nu e sinonim cu starea de siguranta, si asa, omul incepe sa invete…ca saruturile nu sunt contracte
si cadourile nu sunt promisiuni, si asa omul incepe sa-si accepte caderile cu capul sus si ochii larg deschisi, si invata sa-si construiasca toate drumurile
bazate in astazi si acum, pentru ca terenul lui „maine” este prea nesigur pentru a face planuri …si viitorul are mai mereu o multime de variante care se opresc insa la jumatatea drumului.

Si dupa un timp, omul invata ca daca e prea mult, pana si caldura cea datatoare de viata a soarelui, arde si calcineaza.

Asa ca incepe sa-si planteze propria gradina si-si impodobeste propriul suflet, in loc sa mai astepte ca altcineva sa-I aduca flori, si invata ca intradevar poate suporta, ca intradevar are forta, ca intradevar e valoros, si omul invata si invata … si cu fiecare zi invata.

Cu timpul inveti ca a sta alaturi de cineva pentru ca iti ofera un viitor bun,
inseamna ca mai devreme sau mai tarziu vei vrea sa te intorci la trecut.

Cu timpul intelegi ca doar cel care e capabil sa te iubeasca cu defectele tale,
fara a pretinde sa te schimbe, iti poate aduce toata fericirea pe care ti-o doresti. Iti dai seama cu timpul ca daca esti alaturi de aceasta persoana doar pentru a-ti intovarasi singuratatea, in mod inexorabil vei ajunge sa nu mai vrei sa o vezi.

Ajungi cu timpul sa intelegi ca adevaratii prieteni sunt numarati, si ca cel care nu lupta pentru ei, mai devreme sau mai tarziu se va vedea inconjurat doar de false prietenii.

Cu timpul inveti ca vorbele spuse intr-un moment de manie, pot continua tot restul vietii sa faca rau celui ranit.

Cu timpul inveti ca a scuza e ceva ce poate face oricine, dar ca a ierta, asta doar sufletele cu adevarat mari o pot face.

Cu timpul intelegi ca daca ai ranit grav un prieten, e foarte probabil ca niciodata prietenia lui nu va mai fi la aceeasi intensitate.

Cu timpul iti dai seama ca desi poti fi fericit cu prietenii tai, intr-o buna zi vei plange dupa cei pe care i-ai lasat sa plece.

Cu timpul iti dai seama ca fiecare experienta traita alaturi de fiecare fiinta,
nu se va mai repeta niciodata.

Cu timpul iti dai seama ca cel care umileste sau dispretuieste o fiinta umana,
mai devreme sau mai tarziu va suferi aceleasi umilinte si dispret, dar multiplicate, ridicate la patrat.

Cu timpul inveti ca grabind sau fortand lucrurile sa se petreaca, asta va determina ca in final, ele nu vor mai fi asa cum sperai.

Cu timpul iti dai seama ca in realitate, cel mai bine nu era viitorul, ci momentul pe care-l traiai exact in acel moment.

Cu timpul vei vedea ca desi te simti fericit cu cei care-ti sunt imprejur,
iti vor lipsi teribil cei care mai ieri erau cu tine si acum s-au dus si nu mai sunt…

Cu timpul vei invata ca incercand sa ierti sau sa ceri iertare, sa spui ca iubesti, sa spui ca ti-e dor, sa spui ca ai nevoie, sa spui ca vrei sa fii prieten,
dinaintea unui mormant, nu mai are nici un sens.

Dar din pacate, toate se invata doar cu timpul…

Respectul meu celor care se ghideaza deja dupa astfel de principii!

Stalpi cu…dragoste!

Acum o saptamana sau doua in urma eram in RATB (66) mergeam spre Universitate. Eram franta si simteam caldura din autobuz ca ma invaluie si ma impinge incetisor spre un pui (care nu ar fi fost pui deloc) de somn. 🙂

De obicei cand sunt foarte obosita imi adoarme si zambetul pe fata asa ca am o fata de acritura veritabila. LA fel si in ziua cu pricina. Lucrul bun e ca ma potriveam in decor pentru ca nu prea se inghesuiau oameni zambitori pe-acolo.

Si cum eram eu cu gandul la ale mele (bani de chirie, bani de drum – urma sa plec din Bucuresti, urma sa aplic la master, carti, legalizari, cautat de job-uri samd) de ma inecam in ele cu privirea fixata pe geam mi-a sarit in ochi un stalp carea avea lipit pe el o coala alba simpla A4 pe care scria mare cu litere de tipar : TE IUBESC! am zambit si am banuit ca mi s-a parut…insa a mai venit un stalp ca sa-mi confirme, si inca unul, si inca unul pana cand zambeam de-a binelea si ma gandeam la norocoasa pentru care au fost lipite acele mesaje. Ce bine! TE IUBESTE, oricine ai fi, iar eu va apreciez ca mi-ati umplut cel putin vederea si gandurile de lucruri bune in locul vesnicelor „execut puturi” din toata capitala!!!

Undeva intre Rosetti si Universitate, asadar, oamenii iubesc! Ce se intampla dincolo? Voi ce faceti?

Ce frumos ar fi ca pe tot parcursul saptamanii viitoare, fiecare persoana care iubeste, sa iasa in strada sa aleaga un stalp si sa lipeasca un afis cu te iubesc. Ce spuneti? Va bagati? Chiar daca nu iubiti pe cineva si iubiti ceva: viata, prieteni, job – daca-l mai aveti :P, un sport, o echipa… alegeti-va un stalp si lasati comment iar eu ma ofer sa vin sa fac poze si sa pun pe blog.

Iubiti va rog!:)