Vis existential de primavara


In this hectic world cu totii tanjim dupa momente cat mai indelungate de fericire si bunastare.Cu totii aspiram la stabilitate si implinire financiara,sufleteasca si spirituala(in sens de religioasa).

Visele ne confera iluzia unui absolut dupa care alergam toata viata,fara insa a-l atinge de cele mai multe ori.

Orice obstacol trecut aduce un altul dupa sine.Oricarei probleme rezolvate , dupa euforia de moment , ii succede o alta.

Dar oare ai stat o clipa sa te gandesti, cum ar fi daca deodata ai avea tot ceea ce ti-ai putea dori, si nimic mai mult? daca viata ta ar fi PERFECTA, asa cum ai vrut dintotdeauna? Stare de fapt(stare-de-fapt) asemanatoare cu RAIUL CRESTIN, la un nivel localizat bineinteles.

Casa pe care ti-ai dorit-o dintotdeuna, implinire financiara mai mult decat suficienta, si nicio problema nerezolvata.Ever! …Now….wouldn’t that be borring? So god damn boring? Practic viata Nu ar mai avea sens…Marea intrebare existentiala isi are ca raspuns pragmatic aceasta teorie, dupa parerea mea…Sensul este sa incerci sa iti atingi scopurile si sa depasesti obstacolele, in incercarea de a atinge un tel:fericirea si Implinirea.

Speranta intretine the iiner flame a oropsitului, dar si a implinitului.Niciodata nu poti fi suficient de implinit.E scris in natura umana…Cauta,cauta, cauta…..fericirea de care niciodata nu vei fi suficient de satisfacut…..fericirea de fapt e prezenta la tot pasul,sub o forma sau alta, numai ca nu e indeajuns de apreciata incat sa poata fi sesizata in forma ei reala, at its real state.Orice moment reprezinta un dar , un dar al chinului sau un dar al extazului, and all the states in between.Iar toate astea vor lua sfarsit prin darul mortii care iti este oferit mostenire de catre existenta insasi, de catre univers,,,

Enjoy the good things in life and the bad ones…pt ca la un moment dat, someday,…..will be the end of the road…..

Mai jos…..o piesa care te poate pune pe ganduri, sau iti poate goli mintea…un gol placut… si dureros in acelasi timp…ingioi

Youll remember me when the west wind moves
Upon the fields of barley
Youll forget the sun in his jealous sky
As we walk in the fields of gold

So she took her love
For to gaze awhile
Upon the fields of barley
In his arms she fell as her hair came down
Among the fields of gold

Will you stay with me, will you be my love
Among the fields of barley
Well forget the sun in his jealous sky
As we lie in the fields of gold

See the west wind move like a lover so
Upon the fields of barley
Feel her body rise when you kiss her mouth
Among the fields of gold
I never made promises lightly
And there have been some that Ive broken
But I swear in the days still left
Well walk in the fields of gold
Well walk in the fields of gold

Many years have passed since those summer days
Among the fields of barley
See the children run as the sun goes down
Among the fields of gold
Youll remember me when the west wind moves
Upon the fields of barley
You can tell the sun in his jealous sky
When we walked in the fields of gold
When we walked in the fields of gold
When we walked in the fields of gold


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