Un sentiment de primavara

Vai... am realizat cu stupoare cat de mult "modernism" denota blog-ul meu ce si-a inceput ascensiunea nedorita spre tarmurile engleze. Deci, m-am hotarat sa mai colorez putin suprafata interioara a gandurilor mele si in concluzie sa fac un "update" a informatiilor despre mine.

Anul 2010 si-a lasat deja amprenta in viata mea de mai bine de 3 luni, si, privind inapoi nu stiu daca observ ceata cea de mult apusa, ori caldura ce imi izbesta fiinta. Uneori credem ca suntem manati de instinct, alteori e insa mai usor sa nu hoinaresti fara un tel, cert este ca, societatea nu paseste, ci merge...In concluzie mergem si noi in rand cu ea. Poate nu suna pasnic dar uneori am impresia ca sunt tarata cu forta. Alteori sunt doar prea obosita sa gandesc si deci ma supun imprejurarilor. In schimb, sunt zile agasante, in care vreau sa devin propriul meu arhitect si sa-mi proiectez viata.

A venit primavara, e drept, a venit de ceva timp insa am impresia ca tot vine si eu o tot primesc.

Primavara te astept, nu fi timida. Fi blanda.

The thoughts of a girl

Time waits for no one. Its trail reveals the silent echoes of the present or of the forgotten past that some of us are scarcely trying to deny, which pains us the most. But actually it’s not the ephemeral existence of time that we fear, but the untouched thoughts that were not given life at the right time. For some, just mere words, as for others life itself drawn by facts. Sometimes I ask myself “Did you even had the time to admire the rainbow today, Indra? How long has it been since you last shed tears of joy over little insignificant things?” isn’t that the very essence of fulfillment that makes us happy? Why do we seem so keen to forget what life is all about? Why do we purposely throw away everything that once brought us balance just to thirst for it in the end? Is that the outstanding way that we humans use to evolve? “ Time waits for no one … “ how much this thought startled my mind, it seems as if we grow old of thinking not by committing sins. The soul dies, the senses feel remorse and we shut down from the only real things that once seemed real. What if we were too young to be born in the first place? When can we know for sure the right time to engulf the universe?
Tell me, what part of me changed, what chord has time struck over the last few weeks, months, years? Have I grown tired of waiting or keen of giving? I want to explode and seed all the feelings that have withered inside me. But then again it’s not only about me, I want to let my seeds wander inside of other people, all of whom I love and care for. One door closes and one opens still I have never found an alternative to time… an alternative to repair what was once destroyed...