Piticii de pe creier :)

Uitasem de asta , de vorba asta romaneasca "piticii de pe creier " :)), la prima strigare imi aduce aminte de Alba ca Zapada si cei sapte pitici , na dar nu e vorba despre asta cand cineva vorbeste de "piticii de pe creierul tau ".
Incerc sa-i vizualizez , imi imaginez piticii mici a lui Alba ca zapada ( Alba asta e tot in mintea mea :) ) umbland liber pe creierasul meu , tot nu am ajuns nicaieri cu asta , sunt inca departe de "totala" intelegere a acestei vorbe.
Incerc sa-mi adun piticii , incep sa strig "piticii de pe creierul meu adunarea!!!", tot nimic , ma incolteste disperarea pentru o secunda si un gand naspa imi trece prin minte "poate ca nici macar nu stiu de ei , si de aceea nu pot sa-i adun si sa-i numar '', dar de ce vreau sa-i adun ? ah , ca sa le pun cate un nume , sa-i impart in echipe de genul "reallitate" si "vis" , apoi in fiecare echipa sa creez mici detasamente :)) de genul "frigul iernii' care va fi detasament din echipa realitate , sau "vreau imposibilul" detasament din echipa vis :)), mi-as imbraca piticii in tot felul de costume si culori vii :)), deci ce vreau sa fac cu ei mi-e clar :), dar unde sunt ei ??? ascunsi ???

Dupa cateva zile de profunda analiza :) am ajuns la concluzia ca piticii mei sunt defapt parerile mele si pentru ca ele deja au un nume si au o culoare nu mai trebuie sa-mi bat capul cu "organizarea si alinierea" lor.

"piticii de pe creier" sunt framantari tinere care inca nu si-au gasit linistea si se plimba liber pe creierul nostru , iar "piticii" mei au obosit de atat plimbat si au intrat in creierul meu si stau acolo pe post de pareri :)).

Urari de La Multi Ani

Acu cateva zile a fost ziua de nastere a unui prieten si pentru ca mi-am adus aminte ;) i-am trimis urarile mele de La Multi Ani , printre ele este una care imi e draga si care suna asa "iti doresc ca toate dorintele si visele sa ti se implineasca" , am trimis mesajul si dupa cateva ore am realizat ca uitasem ceva , am vrut sa mai trimit un mesaj de genul "hold on a second , aici e continuarea " dar ar fi fost aiurea de tot .

Dorintele noastre pe langa ca sunt foarte diferite sunt in cele mai multe cazuri tangibile , cu mai mult sau mai putin efort le putem implinii , dar visele ? astea sunt ca niste "bile de foc" ascunse in sufletul nostru si despre care nu vorbim , la care ne gandim in momentele de bucurie sau disperare, ne sunt atat de sfinte si scumpe incat fara ele nu am putea supravietui, traim ca si cum incercam sa ni le implinim cu orice pret, oare vrem cu adevarat sa ni le implinim? oare suntem gata sa acceptam implinirea viselor noastre? si daca da, la ce vom visa ? ne vom creea noi vise si vom porni din nou pe drumul implinirii lor ? , interesant cum implinirea unui vis drag poate sa-ti rastoarne echilibrul , poate sa-ti aduca neliniste si framantari , si , deci , urarea trebuia si trebuie facuta asa "iti doresc ca toate visele si dorintele sa ti se implineasca si implinirea lor sa-ti aduca multa fericire si liniste"

Iar vorba romanului "sanatate inainte de toate"

Who's afraid of Wirginia Woolf? Edward Albee's play

What makes that couple , George and Martha, going ?, the cruel games they are playing to each other ?, the fantasy they are living in , and how they are bringing it in the real life ?, is it love somewhere behind all hurtful things they are throwing at each other ?, sure it is love , what else could it be?
It made me laugh and made me ask myself if I could live in a relationship like that? maybe , maybe not , I have no idea .

"And of course, who's afraid of Virginia Woolf means who's afraid of the big bad wolf . . . who's afraid of living life without false illusions" - Edward Allbee

read it , if you want to be a little intrigued and intelectualy chalenged .

Let's pretend

Let's pretend that we are smart enough to leave this life as it is
Let's pretend that we can avoid dreaming
Let's pretend we are grown ups , and we know how grown ups do things
Let's pretend we are dam good people
Let's pretend we are not selfish
Let's pretend that little miracles don't exist
Let's pretend everything and let's see what's left of us after that

B

Jose Saramago – The Gospel of Jesus Christ

The Jesus Christ Gospel is something that each Christian knows, but this book caught me and caught me good. Why?
As a child I spent three months of the year at my grandparents, on the country side and there each Sunday everybody went to church (even the dog came with us and waited for us outside the church), listening or understanding what the priest was trying to say, wasn’t the point for me. I don’t remember understanding anything at that time but I heard the biblical story of Jesus Christ. The way that biblical story was presented was something like this, he was born that time at that location, he did that and that miracles, he died for us and most of all he was God’s son. Call me ignorant but this is all I knew about him, and I always wondered how he was as a child? did he have friends? Did he go to school? , what did he do between those miracles what was he thinking? but I didn’t dare ask questions like that. Now Saramago came and wrote the answer for all my questions in this book, don’t forget it’s all fiction, but it’s funny, profound philosophical, considered to be a blasphemy by the church.
This is what God told his son: “You will be the spoon I deep into humanity and bring out filled with people who believe in the new God I intend to become. Filled with people You will eat. There’s no need for Me to eat those who eat themselves”

Read this book if you dare :-), you have to be a very open minded Christian to read it.
It’s FABULOUS.

Obsessions 2

All of us have obsessions, we are obsessed by things we have or we don't, we are obsessed by people and their evilness or by their goodness, we are even obsessed by our stupidity, we are obsessed by other people's lies, and their cocky attitudes.

We are easily frustrated by things that are not important, we love or hate with no limits, and whatever we choose to do we can easily destroy the subject of our love or hate, but we usually don't care about this, compassion is not something we care or consider. We are only interested about ourselves, we have a habit of over-analyzing every small detail of our feelings, and we love hear ourselves talk, just to look interesting we tell over-exaggerated tales. We love to complain hopping that someone will console us, we have friends and love them, we have enemies and it is better if we don't know them, we have unfulfilled dreams, but each of us can visualize a lovely place where we can imagine ourselves happy.

We make many mistakes, and we feel sorry for a while but we would much rather forget them,
we don't afford to be sincere because being sincere it is considered a weakness, we talk a lot and say nothing, we wish somebody will read our minds, and we don't know how to say "I am sorry".
We wish for somebody’s love, which doesn't love us, we wish for somebody's appreciation who doesn't appreciate us, we wish for somebody's understanding who doesn't understand us, what's wrong with us???

And I still believe that people are good.

Obsesii

Toti avem obsesii , suntem obsedati de lucruri pe care le avem sau nu , obsedati de oameni si de rautatea lor , sau de bunatatea lor , suntem obsedati uneori chiar si de stupiditatea noastra , suntem obsedati de minciunile altora , de prefacatoria celor din jur , de stratul de bunatate pe care unii preting ca-l au.
Suntem frustati de milioane de chestii total neimportante , putem ura sau iubi necontrolat si nelimitat , si oricare din cele doua lucruri le-am face putem usor distruge persoana in cauza ,dar asta nici ca ne pasa, nu ne prea caracterizeaza compasiunea. Suntem interesati numai de persoana noastra, altruismul e un cuvant pe care multi tre sa-l caute in dictionar , facem o pasiune din a ne analiza si super-analiza fiecare mic sentiment, si vrem cu tot dinadinsul sa fim auziti, sa parem interesanti, sa povestim lucruri fantastice care de cele mai multe ori sunt niste exagerari enorme.
Ne place sa ne plangem in speranta ca cineva ne va consola, avem prieteni si ne pasa enorm de ei , avem dusmani si e bine daca nu-i stim , avem vise neimplinite care ne macina incet facandu-ne mai rai si mai batrani, si fiecare dintre noi are un loc favorit, un loc in care daca ar ajunge ar fi fericit.
La sfarsitul zilei , inainte de a adormi ne imaginam acel loc , poate fi o poienita , malul marii , varf de munte , nu conteaza ce e , important e ca putem vizualiza locul in care ne-am putea linistii. Iar cand suntem linistiti, atunci suntem oameni.
Facem multe greseli si multe erori , si ne pare rau o vreme dupa care ne place sa le uitam, nu ne permitem sa fim sinceri pentru ca sinceritatea se considera o "calitate oamenilor slabi', vorbim mult si nu spunem nimic , asteptam ca cei din jur sa ne citeasca gandurile, nu stim semnificatia lui "imi pare rau" si nici nu suntem dispusi sa o invatam.
Cosideram ca viata ne e datoare, ne plangem si suntem nemultumiti , visam iubirea cuiva care nu ne iubeste , visam aprecierea cuiva care nu ne apreciaza , visam bunatate de la cineva care nu ne-o poate da, visam intelegere de la cineva care nu ne intelege, ce dracu e wrong cu noi !!!!!

iar eu tot mai consider ca toti oamenii sunt buni .