{"id":5,"date":"2014-07-16T16:19:08","date_gmt":"2014-07-16T14:19:08","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.poeziedemama.com\/?p=5"},"modified":"2025-02-12T11:34:54","modified_gmt":"2025-02-12T09:34:54","slug":"sunt-la-timpul-prezent","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.poeziedemama.com\/?p=5","title":{"rendered":"Sunt&#8230; la prezent"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><em>Rudolf Schweitzer-Cump\u0103na, Interior \u0163\u0103r\u0103nesc, 1919<\/em><\/p>\n<p>De c\u00e2te ori, c\u00e2nd avem un moment liber, nu observ\u0103m c\u0103, \u00een loc s\u0103 ne lini\u0219tim g\u00e2ndurile, s\u0103 ne adun\u0103m, s\u0103 respir\u0103m profund, s\u0103 privim \u00een jur, s\u0103 tr\u0103im clipa, s\u0103 o sim\u021bim, alegem s\u0103 ne arunc\u0103m \u00een h\u0103\u021bi\u0219urile trecutului sau \u00een incertitudinea viitorului, am\u00e2ndou\u0103 p\u0103guboase pentru minte, dar mai ales pentru suflet.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">Nu tr\u0103im \u00een prezent, nu <em>ne <\/em>tr\u0103im, tr\u0103im evenimente, zile de na\u0219tere, petreceri, nun\u021bi, chefuri etc. Cum se termin\u0103 unul, cum ne g\u00e2ndim la urm\u0103torul, cum \u00eencheiem un proiect, cum deja ne-am f\u0103cut planul pe al\u021bi patru ani. Tr\u0103im mai mult prin bunici, p\u0103rin\u021bi, copii, prin prieteni, tr\u0103im din laude \u0219i din aprecieri, dar nu <em>prin\/din<\/em> fiin\u021ba noastr\u0103. Copiii no\u0219tri, asemenea, tr\u0103iesc plimba\u021bi de la o activitate la alta, de la o persoan\u0103 la alta, dar nu <em>cu<\/em> p\u0103rin\u021bii lor \u0219i nu cu ei \u00een\u0219i\u0219i, c\u00e2nd v\u00e2rsta o cere.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">Vreau s\u0103 p\u0103r\u0103sesc alerg\u0103torul exterior, alimentat artificial cu g\u00e2nduri, idei, convingeri pe care, multe dintre ele, le-am luat rumegate de-a gata de la al\u021bii \u0219i care nu m\u0103 reprezint\u0103, \u0219i s\u0103 eliberez alerg\u0103torul interior, adev\u0103ratul alerg\u0103tor de curs\u0103 lung\u0103, ancorat \u00een propriul meu trup \u0219i \u00een propria mea sim\u021bire. Nu-mi trebuie prea mult\u0103 filosofie sau prea multe studii pentru asta, doar curaj, o, da, curaj \u0219i credin\u021b\u0103 aproape nebun\u0103! Dar ce lini\u0219titor este acest g\u00e2nd, nu trebuie s\u0103 pl\u0103tesc nimic sau s\u0103 ofer aten\u021bii, laude, putere pentru a ajunge departe cu mine, chiar nu e nevoie.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">P\u00e2n\u0103 la urm\u0103 latinul avea dreptate: <em>bis vincit qui se vincit<\/em>!<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Rudolf Schweitzer-Cump\u0103na, Interior \u0163\u0103r\u0103nesc, 1919 De c\u00e2te ori, c\u00e2nd avem un moment liber, nu observ\u0103m c\u0103, \u00een loc s\u0103 ne lini\u0219tim g\u00e2ndurile, s\u0103 ne adun\u0103m, s\u0103 respir\u0103m profund, s\u0103 privim \u00een jur, s\u0103 tr\u0103im clipa, s\u0103 o sim\u021bim, alegem s\u0103 ne arunc\u0103m \u00een h\u0103\u021bi\u0219urile trecutului sau \u00een incertitudinea viitorului, am\u00e2ndou\u0103 p\u0103guboase pentru minte, dar mai&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":161,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_s2mail":"yes","footnotes":""},"categories":[23],"tags":[27,29,26,28,10,25,21],"class_list":["post-5","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-articole","tag-a-fi-castigator","tag-actiune","tag-clipa-prezenta","tag-gandire","tag-meditatie","tag-traire","tag-viata"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.poeziedemama.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/5","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=5"}],"version-history":[{"count":11,"href":"https:\/\/www.poeziedemama.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/5\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":1256,"href":"https:\/\/www.poeziedemama.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/5\/revisions\/1256"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.poeziedemama.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/media\/161"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.poeziedemama.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=5"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.poeziedemama.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=5"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.poeziedemama.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=5"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}