de Corneliu Negru<\/p>\n
Sunt doar un sentiment<\/strong><\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 A\u021bi t\u00e2njit voi dragi muritori la g\u00e2ndul c\u0103 po\u021bi s\u0103 fii asem\u0103n\u0103tor zeilor? Un sentiment ce poate spune \u201edespre toate \u0219i despre nimic\u201d. Ceva ce-\u0219i doresc to\u021bi muritorii s\u0103 aud\u0103. Un g\u00e2nd, un sentiment care le cuprinde pe toate, un sentiment care-\u021bi taie r\u0103suflarea \u0219i te ajut\u0103 s\u0103 p\u0103\u0219e\u0219ti pe p\u0103m\u00e2nt.<\/p>\n Ce iluzie!!! Nimic nu ne poate ajuta s\u0103 rupem acest blestem care ne macin\u0103. Cumva c\u0103 \u00eentr-o zi o s\u0103 afl\u0103m r\u0103spunsul \u0219i doar printr-o singur\u0103 \u00eentrebare \u0219i un r\u0103spuns ne vom putea odihni.<\/p>\n <\/p>\n Existen\u021ba<\/strong><\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Ne face s\u0103 exist\u0103m faptul c\u0103 scriem? Doar c\u0103 scriu \u00een acest moment denot\u0103 faptul c\u0103 exist? Putem spune c\u0103 exist\u0103m doar f\u0103c\u00e2nd din via\u021ba noastr\u0103 o virtute? Suntem noi doar ni\u0219te c\u0103ut\u0103tori de virtu\u021bi? M\u0103 \u00eentreb \u0219i caut existen\u021ba mea. Este ea \u00een oameni? Este ea \u00een mine? Este ea sinele meu? Absolutul meu? De ce uneori \u00eentunericul meu este at\u00e2t de dulce? Oare singur\u0103tatea m\u0103 face s\u0103 simt c\u0103 tr\u0103iesc? \u00centunericul meu este virtutea mea? Sfin\u021bii n-au murit de at\u00e2ta sfin\u021benie \u0219i nici n-au pl\u00e2ns din cauza ei. Este acest act un act al virtu\u021bii?<\/p>\n <\/p>\n Despre singur<\/strong>\u0103<\/strong>tate<\/strong><\/p>\n C\u00e2nd m-am n\u0103scut to\u021bi din jurul meu s-au bucurat \u0219i au mul\u021bumit zeilor. C\u00e2nd am \u00eenceput s\u0103 v\u0103d cine sunt, mi-am dat seama c\u0103 nimic nu m\u0103 poate mul\u021bumi \u0219i n-am cui s\u0103-i spun ce simt \u0219i pe cine s\u0103 \u00eenvinov\u0103\u021besc pentru ce sunt. Poate doar mie \u00eensumi c\u0103 n-am \u0219tiut ce s\u0103 fiu. Doar po\u021bi alege ce s\u0103 fii? Po\u021bi r\u0103spunde acestei \u00eentreb\u0103ri?<\/p>\n Cine e\u0219ti?<\/p>\n Poate doar dac\u0103 a\u0219 \u00eencerca s\u0103 las totul deoparte, s\u0103 las aceast\u0103 \u00eentrebare oamenilor din jurul meu. Ei sunt singurii ce pot r\u0103spunde acestor \u00eentreb\u0103ri. Tot ce v\u0103 pot oferi este: ce nu sunt. \u00cendep\u0103rtarea de mine m-a f\u0103cut s\u0103 n-am cu cine vorbi. M\u0103 simt singur \u0219i singurul. Ast\u0103zi nu-mi pot r\u0103spunde. \u0218i chiar de-a\u0219 avea r\u0103spunsul tot nu are cine s\u0103-l asculte.<\/p>\n \u00a0<\/strong>\u00a0<\/strong><\/p>\n C<\/strong>\u00e2<\/strong>nd tot ce-<\/strong>\u021b<\/strong>i dore<\/strong>\u0219<\/strong>ti e s<\/strong>\u0103<\/strong> fie simplu<\/strong><\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Chiar de-am dori de cele mai multe ori s\u0103 nu l\u0103s\u0103m ca ceva s\u0103 ne schimbe via\u021ba fa\u021b\u0103 de felul cum ne-o dorim s\u0103 fie, nu se poate. Dorim ca ale noastre g\u00e2nduri s\u0103 fie una cu via\u021ba, s\u0103 fie un \u00eentreg. Vedem realitatea ca ceva \u00een care noi \u201etr\u0103im\u201d o suport\u0103m \u0219i ea trebuie s\u0103 se modeleze dup\u0103 g\u00e2ndurile noastre. Ar fi corect acest lucru? Ar fi corect ca tot ce este \u00een jurul nostru s\u0103 se modeleze dup\u0103 g\u00e2ndurile noastre? Ca fiecare suspin \u0219i zbucium tr\u0103it s\u0103 dispar\u0103, iar via\u021ba s\u0103 fie lapte \u0219i miere. Nimic nu este a\u0219a cum ne dorim. P\u00e2n\u0103 \u0219i ceasul vie\u021bii sim\u021bim uneori c\u0103 r\u0103m\u00e2ne \u00een urm\u0103 \u0219i la sf\u00e2r\u0219it de drum sper s\u0103 aud ultimul tic\u0103it ce va spune Adio<\/em>!. Dar at\u00e2ta timp c\u00e2t suntem \u00een via\u021b\u0103, vrem ca totul s\u0103 decurg\u0103 a\u0219a cum ne dorim, totul s\u0103 fie simplu<\/em>, iar nimic s\u0103 nu necesite un efort depus, totul s\u0103 curg\u0103 lin f\u0103r\u0103 urcu\u0219uri sau cobor\u00e2\u0219uri. Cu toate acestea, la sf\u00e2r\u0219itul zilei, c\u00e2nd ne a\u0219ez\u0103m \u00een pat \u0219i ora\u0219ul ne \u0219opte\u0219te c\u0103 e timpul… \u0219i naivi ce suntem, avem impresia c\u0103 totul s-a terminat, \u00eencerc\u0103m s\u0103 \u00eenchidem ochii s\u0103 uit\u0103m de toate \u0219i to\u021bi. Atunci… ca de nic\u0103ieri \u00ee\u0219i face apari\u021bia \u201eglasul remu\u0219c\u0103rii\u201d. Z\u00e2mbind \u00eemi \u0219opte\u0219te: \u0219tiu ce-\u0219i dore\u0219ti, \u0219tiu care \u00ee\u021bi e dorin\u021ba. G\u00e2ndindu-m\u0103 la asta, am sim\u021bit \u00een mine un fior care m-a p\u0103truns \u0219i mi-a amor\u021bit sufletul pentru o secund\u0103. Am sim\u021bit c\u0103 nimic nu o s\u0103 fie simplu<\/em> \u0219i lumea mea lupt\u0103 cu dorin\u021ba de-a fi totul simplu<\/em>. Atunci am \u00een\u021beles acest minunat cuv\u00e2nt simplu <\/em>c\u0103 e doar o am\u0103gire \u0219i dulce nostalgie. Un dor de-a te \u00eentoarce la tine, de-a accepta lumea a\u0219a cum este. \u00cen acel moment am jurat c\u0103 am s\u0103 m\u0103 desprind de aceast\u0103 lume. Am s\u0103 m\u0103 \u00eendrept spre \u201enimic \u0219i nic\u0103ieri\u201d. Dar un lucru a\u0219 avea s\u0103 mai spun, c\u0103 visa\u021bi la somnul lini\u0219tit \u0219i la z\u00e2mbetul sublim al inocen\u021bei copil\u0103rii. Chiar cu scopul de a \u0219ti c\u0103 poate m\u00e2ine nu o s\u0103 ai motive \u0219i nimic care s\u0103 te macine. Acesta este rezultatul c\u0103nd tot ce \u021bi-ai dorit a fost ca \u201etotul s\u0103 fie simplu\u201d<\/em>.<\/p>\n \n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" de Corneliu Negru Sunt doar un sentiment \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 A\u021bi t\u00e2njit voi dragi muritori la g\u00e2ndul c\u0103 po\u021bi s\u0103 fii asem\u0103n\u0103tor zeilor? Un sentiment ce poate spune \u201edespre toate \u0219i despre nimic\u201d. Ceva ce-\u0219i doresc to\u021bi muritorii s\u0103 aud\u0103. Un g\u00e2nd, un sentiment care le cuprinde pe toate, un sentiment care-\u021bi taie r\u0103suflarea \u0219i te ajut\u0103 […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"jetpack_post_was_ever_published":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_access":"","_jetpack_dont_email_post_to_subs":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_tier_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paywalled_content":false,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":""},"categories":[1322,27],"tags":[1291,1324,1117],"class_list":["post-12203","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-egophobia-54","category-filosofie","tag-corneliu-negru","tag-egophobia-54","tag-filosofie"],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/p6DakB-3aP","_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/egophobia.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/12203","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/egophobia.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/egophobia.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/egophobia.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/egophobia.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=12203"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/egophobia.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/12203\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":12204,"href":"https:\/\/egophobia.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/12203\/revisions\/12204"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/egophobia.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=12203"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/egophobia.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=12203"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/egophobia.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=12203"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}