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si pt ca autorii preferati ne mai dezamagesc uneori

Imagine
Eliade m-a dezamagit. In Sarpele. Dar, dupa cum stiam deja, Eliade-autorul de literatura a pierdut lupta in fata lui Eliade-istoricul religiilor. As merge si mai departe spunind ca Eliade-autorul de nuvele fantastice e superior lui Eliade-autorul de romane.
Prea contaminat de proza lui Eminescu, in Sarpele Eliade nu reuseste sa fie natural; dar, raportata la 'anxietatea influentei' teoretizata de Harold Bloom, aceasta contaminare e fireasca. E firesc ca intreaga noastra literatura sa fie 'influentata' de Eminescu, la fel cum literatura engleza il are pe Shakespeare.



Nu intreb de ce citim carti azi, de ce nu citim carti, de ce il preferam pe X in locul lui Y, de ce nu mai e citit Sadoveanu astazi, etc. Nu ma intereseaza. Cel putin nu acum. Vin insa cu alta intrebare: ce ramine dupa ce citim o carte?

Intre ciocan si nicovala

Imagine
Plecind de la intrebarea din 'gindurile' anterioare (What is it that makes life interesting?) iata un posibil raspuns: ambivalenta. Totul e descompus in doua parti egale – bine si rau, iad si rai, alb si negru, mama si tata, prietenie si rivalitate, ura si iubire, ambitie si delasare...

Astfel, viata noastra e mereu prinsa intre ciocan si nicovala. Lucrurile ar fi fost mult mai simple daca ar fi existat doar o fateta, o perspectiva, o viziune. Atunci sigur ne-am fi revoltat ca nu avem posibilitatea sa alegem, insa apoi ne-am fi resemnat si am fi acceptat viata asa cum ar fi fost ea: monocroma. Insa nu, noi avem la dispozitie o paleta intreaga de culori. Putem huzuri linistiti, pina cind ciocanul si nicovala se ciocnesc. Si atunci trebuie sa alegem.

Dar e al naibii de greu sa alegem... si asta, dragul meu, face viata interesanta. Si complicata, insa asta e doar o nuanta, un detaliu. :D

The magic of Life or What is it that makes Life interesting?!

Imagine
"From the midst of this darkness a sudden light broke in upon me – a light so brilliant and wondrous, yet so simple, that I became dizzy with the immensity of the prospect which it illustrated."
[Marry Shelley, Frankenstein]



Me, several years ago: the beauty of Life resides in its simplicity, natural beauty and elegance. It is appreciating Life that matters, and not the creator or how the creation looks like. So, after reading these lines, I strongly advise you to close your eyes and take a deep breath. Then open your eyes and start to Appreciate, to Enjoy, to be Grateful, to Smell, to Hear, to Feel... start living your magical Life!



Me, now: What is it that makes Life interesting? One word: people. Humanity. Man's intricate structure. Memories, or, even better, experiences. People come and go. This is one difficult lesson that Life taught me. At first, I didn't want to accept this. I didn't want to let them go... I couldn't. I was angry. But it is true. People …

indignare

in mijlocul depresiei, in mijlocul tristetii, auzi un plinset. un plinset gol, rotund, care nu mai e al tau. un val de indignare te cuprinde. nu intelegi cum nici macar acum nu poti plinge linistit; cum nici macar acum, cind pt prima data renunti la masca, de teama ca lacrimile o vor strica, nu te poti bucura de fiecare clipa a durerii; cum nici macar acum ceilalti nu te lasa singur. si esti nervos. esti nervos pt ca ai vrut un moment numai al tau, in care sa nu mai stii de nimeni. iti plac oamenii pt ca sint colorati, insa acum ei mai tare te obosesc. ai nevoie de singuratate ca de aer, ori ca de masti.

in mijlocul depresiei, in mijlocul tristetii, cineva iti intinde o mina. tu, furios, tai mina aceea. indignarea revine. cum isi inchipuie ei (ei care sint prietenii tai, ei care te cunosc atit de bine) ca in momentele astea ai nevoie de altcineva decit de tine?! cum isi inchipuie ei ca te pot salva scotindu-te la suprafata si nu lasindu-te sa te lupti cu tine?!

auzi un plinset. un pli…

dreams, desires, colourful aspirations

Imagine
"It´s the possibility of having a dream come true that makes life interesting."

It sounds almost perfect in theory. And after reading this quote, our hearts fill with joy, enthusiasm, bliss and we push aside all the bad things from our lives. So we start believing (again), we start enjoying and loving everything; though not long ago this 'everything' seemed so dull. We begin to feel important and blessed. But this feeling lasts until we face, once again, LIFE; life in all its shapes and colours; life with its touch of humanity; life with all its masks and actors... And then we begin searching for quotes like this one: small, good moments of happiness, of hope and strength.

But is it really like this? Do our dreams come true? Is life interesting due to our desires and dreams? I doubt it. Usually, our dreams don't come true. That's why they are called dreams. Most of the time, we are so preoccupied of living that we forget about ourselves, about fulfilling o…