{"id":194,"date":"2014-09-16T08:14:29","date_gmt":"2014-09-16T06:14:29","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.poeziedemama.com\/?p=194"},"modified":"2025-02-12T14:03:42","modified_gmt":"2025-02-12T12:03:42","slug":"despre-fericire-suferinta-nu-poarta-ceas","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.poeziedemama.com\/?p=194","title":{"rendered":"Despre fericire: Suferin\u021ba nu poart\u0103 ceas…"},"content":{"rendered":"
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Foto: arhiv\u0103 personal\u0103<\/em><\/p>\n

Plimb\u0103ri \u00eensorite prin lanul de secar\u0103.<\/span> Zile cu soare, chiar dac\u0103 la<\/span> cap\u0103t<\/span>ul<\/span> lor legiun<\/span>i <\/span>\u00eentunecate stau <\/span>gata <\/span>s\u0103 se dezl\u0103n\u021buie<\/span>. Ne arunc\u0103m \u00een fiecare zi \u00een gol, <\/span>f\u0103r\u0103 para\u0219ut\u0103. Credem \u00een iluzii<\/span> \u0219i e bine, realitatea e prea placid\u0103, seac\u0103 \u0219i monoton\u0103 ca s\u0103 credem \u00een ea. Poate c\u0103 neajunsul <\/span>nostru <\/span>ar fi c\u0103 ne \u00eembr\u0103c\u0103m cu iluzii create de al\u021bii, nu ne <\/span>mai \u00eenv\u0103luim cu propriile iluzii<\/span> \u0219i nici m\u0103car nu ne mai intereseaz\u0103. Maya, Maya!
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Suferin\u021ba singur\u0103 nu e o iluzie, <\/span>doar <\/span>aceasta sap\u0103 cu <\/span>adev\u0103rat drumuri ad\u00e2<\/span>nci \u00een noi, ne creaz\u0103 dependen\u021b\u0103, doar ea se ofer\u0103<\/span> <\/span>s\u0103 <\/span>ne <\/span>fie c\u0103l\u0103uz\u0103, s\u0103 lumineze locurile prin care fericirea niciodat\u0103 nu ne-ar <\/span>putea <\/span>duce.<\/span><\/p>\n

Fericirea ne arat\u0103 numai locur<\/span>ile dorite de noi, alese de noi,<\/span> suferin\u021ba <\/span>ne educ\u0103,<\/span> este ca o mam\u0103 pe care o iubim necondi\u021bionat \u0219i care ne spune c\u0103 trebuie s\u0103 bem sucul de morcovi, de\u0219i <\/span>noi nu-l suport\u0103m! Dar o credem<\/span> \u0219i-l bem! Ascult\u0103m ca s\u0103 ne fie bine <\/span>\u00eentr-un final.
\n<\/span>Fericirea ne descoper\u0103 cum suntem \u00eentr-un anumit moment, suferin\u021ba ne arat\u0103 cum pu<\/span>tem fi<\/span> \u00een orice moment al vie\u021bii noastre, \u00een adev\u0103ratul<\/strong> moment al vie\u021bii, f\u0103r\u0103 al\u021bii \u00een jur, f\u0103r\u0103 alte artificii.<\/span><\/p>\n

Pe c\u00e2nd fericirea apare de cele mai multe ori la bra\u021bul unui prieten, manifest\u00e2ndu-se zgomotos, tumultuos p<\/span>e drumul larg, suferin\u021ba apare \u00eentotdeauna<\/span> si<\/span>ngur\u0103,\u00a0<\/span>stingher\u0103, <\/span>speriat\u0103, aleg\u00e2nd c\u0103r\u0103ri<\/span>le cele mai m\u0103rgina\u0219e ale fiin\u021bei, mai pu\u021bin b\u0103t\u0103torite.
\n<\/span>Fericirea are un r\u0103spuns pe<\/span>ntru toate lucrurile, leag\u0103<\/span> u\u0219or prietenii, \u00eemparte ova\u021bii, laude \u0219i critici, stabile\u0219te criterii \u0219i structuri. Suf<\/span>erin\u021ba e inexplicabil\u0103, <\/span>nu \u0219tie s\u0103 dea despre ea <\/span>\u00eens\u0103\u0219i <\/span>un r\u0103spuns, umbl\u0103 mereu cu lec\u021bia ne\u00eenv\u0103\u021bat\u0103, fa\u021b\u0103 de fericire care e premiant\u0103 \u00eentotdeauna. Suferin\u021ba nu \u00eendr<\/span>\u0103<\/span>zne\u0219te s\u0103 cear\u0103, s\u0103 se manifeste orgolios, s\u0103 pretind\u0103 aten\u021bie, ea <\/span>doar este.<\/span> EXIST\u0102. Mai multe nu poate spune, nici m\u0103car <\/span>ea <\/span>pe ea nu se poate striga pe nume, ca atare nu se poate sus\u021bine sau argumenta.<\/span><\/p>\n

Fericirea alege locurile cele mai \u00eensorite, c\u00e2mpiile cele mai \u00eentinse, florile cele mai frumoase, zonele centrale, pe c\u00e2nd suferin\u021ba e obi\u0219nuit\u0103 cu \u00eenghesuiala, are parte doar de locuri \u00eentunecate, e alungat\u0103 la periferie, iar flori nu prime\u0219te dec\u00e2t la <\/span>consumarea<\/span> ei. Locuie\u0219te cu exila\u021bii, oamenii <\/span>veseli <\/span>o ocolesc c\u0103-i deprim\u0103, \u00eentr-un cuv\u00e2nt<\/span>, nimeni nu o dore\u0219te! Nu e poftit\u0103 \u00een casa nim\u0103nui, \u00een timp ce fericirea e oaspetele cel mai de seam\u0103. Un oaspete permanent, a\u0219teptat la cele mai <\/span>nepotrivite <\/span>ore. Suferin\u021ba <\/span>nu poart\u0103 ceas, <\/span>ea ajunge \u00eentotdeauna prea <\/span>repede. <\/span>\u00centotdeauna are timp, \u00eentotdeauna ar mai sta, nu se las\u0103 a\u0219teptat\u0103, doar alungat\u0103. Oamenii se obi\u0219nuiesc greu cu ea, cade greu, se mi\u0219c\u0103 greu \u00een sufletel<\/span>e<\/span> lor, las\u0103 urme, nu e diafan\u0103. <\/span>Cu c\u00e2t oamenii o alung\u0103, cu at\u00e2t vine mai hot\u0103r\u00e2t\u0103 \u00eenapoi ca un c\u00e2ine credincios. <\/span>E rece \u0219<\/span>i puternic\u0103 ca o ploaie de var\u0103 care<\/span>,<\/span> dac\u0103 te-a prins pe c\u00e2mp, \u021bi-o vei aminti mereu.
\n<\/span>Fericirea e capricioas\u0103, suferin\u021ba e darnic\u0103<\/span>. Fericirea se evapor\u0103 repede <\/span>ca un fulg de<\/span> nea, suferin\u021ba e ca o buruian\u0103 <\/span>cu miros ur\u00e2t, cu efect \u00eent\u00e2rziat, concentrat\u0103, dar T\u0102M\u0102DUITOARE.
\n<\/span>Fericirea se \u00eembrac\u0103 cu haine de marc\u0103, suferin\u021ba e simpl\u0103 \u0219i<\/span>,<\/span> dac\u0103 are prea mult, d\u0103 \u0219i la al\u021bii. Nu adun\u0103…dec\u00e2t lacrimi. Ca s\u0103 poat\u0103 alun<\/span>e<\/span>ca ma<\/span>i bine cei care \u00eei calc\u0103 pe urme<\/span>. E ca un melc cu casa\u00a0<\/span>\u00een spate, ve\u0219nic pe drum!<\/p>\n

Fericirea poart\u0103 discu\u021bii u\u0219oare, e hazlie, \u0219tie c\u00e2nd<\/span> \u0219i cum<\/span> s\u0103 \u00eenceap\u0103 <\/span>o discu\u021bie, <\/span>c\u00e2nd s\u0103 pun\u0103 punct, n<\/span>u<\/span> e luat\u0103 prin surprindere, <\/span>e dama bine \u00eembr\u0103cat\u0103 de la bal<\/span> care r\u00e2de zgomotos, <\/span>care \u0219tie s\u0103-<\/span>\u0219<\/span>i semnaleze<\/span> prezen\u021ba<\/span>, dar care-\u021bi poate \u00eentoarce<\/span> <\/span>brusc <\/span>spatele<\/span>,<\/span> orgolioas\u0103<\/span>, l\u0103s\u00e2ndu-te cu vorba neterminat\u0103<\/span>!<\/span> <\/span>Suferin\u021ba e ca un <\/span>idiot<\/span> care se treze\u0219te de neunde, <\/span>un nece <\/span>care pune \u00eentreb\u0103ri stingherit<\/span>oare, care deranjeaz\u0103, are de pu\u021bine ori<\/span> ceva de spus, <\/span>mai mereu \u00eens\u0103, ceva de t\u0103cut. <\/span>Niciodat\u0103 nu vei purta o discu\u021bie plictisitoare cu suferin\u021ba, \u0219tie s\u0103 asculte, \u0219tie s\u0103 plece sau s\u0103 ridice privirea, \u0219tie s\u0103-\u021bi devin\u0103 prieten<\/span>ul pe um\u0103rul c\u0103ruia po\u021bi s\u0103-\u021bi pleci capul<\/span>.<\/span><\/p>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n

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Fericirea e tata, suferin\u021ba e mama. Fericirea e tata plecat mereu cu treab\u0103 \u0219i a\u0219teptat, suf<\/span>erin\u021ba e mama care are grij\u0103 de mine \u0219i cu care \u00eenv\u0103\u021b s\u0103 tr\u0103iesc!<\/span><\/p>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

Foto: arhiv\u0103 personal\u0103 Plimb\u0103ri \u00eensorite prin lanul de secar\u0103. Zile cu soare, chiar dac\u0103 la cap\u0103tul lor legiuni \u00eentunecate stau gata s\u0103 se dezl\u0103n\u021buie. Ne arunc\u0103m \u00een fiecare zi \u00een gol, f\u0103r\u0103 para\u0219ut\u0103. Credem \u00een iluzii \u0219i e bine, realitatea e prea placid\u0103, seac\u0103 \u0219i monoton\u0103 ca s\u0103 credem \u00een ea. Poate c\u0103 neajunsul nostru…<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":1277,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_s2mail":"yes","footnotes":""},"categories":[23],"tags":[29,75,26,19,73,74,76,77,10,78,72,20,25,21],"class_list":["post-194","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-articole","tag-actiune","tag-boala","tag-clipa-prezenta","tag-dragoste","tag-durere","tag-fericire","tag-greutati","tag-incurajare","tag-meditatie","tag-speranta","tag-suferinta","tag-timp","tag-traire","tag-viata"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.poeziedemama.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/194","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.poeziedemama.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.poeziedemama.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.poeziedemama.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.poeziedemama.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=194"}],"version-history":[{"count":6,"href":"https:\/\/www.poeziedemama.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/194\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":1280,"href":"https:\/\/www.poeziedemama.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/194\/revisions\/1280"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.poeziedemama.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/media\/1277"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.poeziedemama.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=194"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.poeziedemama.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=194"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.poeziedemama.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=194"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}