Iubesc trairile extreme..agonie sau extaz, anxietate sau iluminare, depresie sau transcedere, razbunare sau iertare, iubire si ura pentru mine e totuna…mediocritatea nu ma intereseaza, nu aflu nimic deosebit din ea, este la fel de neutra si neproductiva precum un zambet fals.
Mi-e frica insa de monotonie…Nu pot si nu vreau sa ma impac nicicand cu o stare in care sa nu pot aspira spre mai sus, mai bine, spre inalt, spre absolut…
Sunt un foc ce arde in continuu si care-si gaseste puterea si renasterea in propria-i cenusa.
Ma autodistrug doar pentru a ma privi reinviind ca o pasare pheonix. Si, zbatandu-ma in chinuri groaznice in incercarea de a iesi din coconul meu, realizez catoate stradaniile mele sunt cele ce ma fac sa merg inainte, iar fiecare moarte contribuie la nasterea noului om, mai lucid, mai profund si mai dornic de cunoastere.
“I’m hot and I’m cold,/I’m yes and I’m no,/I’m in and I’m out,/I’m up and I’m down…I’m wrong when it’s right, I’m black and it’s white…”
hmmm….imi pare cunoscut tot ce-ai scris tu acolo:)..sunt de acord cu tine sa stii:)
By: Bianca on May 3, 2009
at 11:02 AM
The world is not dialectical – it is sworn to extremes, not to equilibrium, sworn to radical antagonism, not to reconciliation or synthesis. This is also the principle of evil.
“The splendor of the rose and the whiteness of the lily do not rob the little violet of it’s scent nor the daisy of its simple charm. If every tiny flower wanted to be a rose, spring would lose its loveliness.”
“Without love, deeds, even the most brilliant, count as nothing.”
“Love consumes us only in the measure of our self-surrender.”
“The eve His life of love drew near its end,
Thus Jesus spoke: “Whoever loveth Me,
And keeps My word as Mine own faithful friend,
My Father, then and I his guests will be;
Within his heart will make Our dwelling above.
Our palace home, true type of heaven above.
There, filled with peace, We will that he shall rest,
With us, in love.”
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”
To live of love, it is to know no fear;
No memory of past faults can I recall;
No imprint of my sins remaineth here;
The fire of Love divine effaces all.
O sacred flames! O furnace of delight!
I sing my safe sweet happiness to prove.
In these mild fires I dwell by day, by night.
I live of love!”
Theresa de Lisieux
Peace be with you!
By: Moise on May 4, 2009
at 11:08 AM