it's called life!

Ma intreb ce e mai rau, mai grav: sa fii un visator idealist care mai crede in toata lucrurile frumoase, in iubire, in adevar, in bine, in copilarie, in prietenii, in familie, in Craciun ... sau sa fii un pesimint realist care a realizat ca toate conceptele alea frumoase sunt overrated ?
ce e mai grav? sa ai multe asteptari, sa visezi mult, sa speri ca si tie ti se pot intampla lucruri bune sau sa renunti la tot, sa iei viata asa cum e si sa incerci sa ii supravietuiesti in fiecare zi cate putin?
mi s-a spus in ultimul timp ca sunt prea pesimista, prea dura, ca exagerez cu realismul meu, dar de ce sa visez cand realitatea ma "izbeste" in fiecare zi, de ce sa nu spun lucrurilor pe nume, de ce sa nu vad totul alb sau negru. probabil sunt atat de realista pentru nu imi plac jumatatile de masura, nu accept compromisurile, nu vreau un " nu stiu", decat un "da" sau "nu". probabil asta inseamna maturitate, poate stiu ce vreau de la viata si ce nu, poate imi cunosc limitele, stiu de unde plec si unde vreau sa ajung.
am renuntat la vise din copilarie si la optimism atunci cand am realizat ca nu ies toate asa cum vreau eu, oricat de mult mi-as dorii, oricat de mult as visa si indiferent daca sunt o persoana care merita acele lucruri sau nu. pur si simplu ... cateodata nu iese.
asa ca de ce sa imi pierd timpul visand cand sunt multe alte lucruri si persoane care au nevoie de atentia mea acum, nu vreau sa ma inchid intr-o lume imaginara pe care eu mi-o creez, o lume unde totul iese cum imi doaresc eu, doar ca mai tarziu sa ma loveasca realitatea in plex si sa-mi spuna: "trezeste-te ba ca nu e chiar asa. maturiseaza-te, uite-te putin in jurul tau si realizeaza ca nu e totul atat de roz pe cat visai. trezeste-te, du-te la munca, da o fuga si pe la facultate, invata, ia-ti examenele, du-te acasa si culca-te ca esti epuizata!"
asta-i realitatea mea, nu exista printi transformati in broaste raioase, nu exista castele peste pajisti de miere si lapte, nu exista printese si ponei, nu exista " ... si au trait fericiti pana la adanci batraneti"...
poate e trist, stiu, dar asta e realitatea, nu o reneg pentru ca este trista, nu incerc sa o "indulcesc" cu sperante care nu isi au rostul, nu ma mint c-o sa fie mai bine, dar nici nu ma deprim c-o sa fie mai rau pentru ca habar n-am ce-o sa se intample .

It’s a common belief that positive thinking leads to a happier healthier life. As children we are told to smile, be cheerful, and put on a happy face. As adults we are told to look on the bright side, to make lemonade, and see glasses as half full. Sometimes reality can get in the way of our ability to act the happy part though. Your hope can fail, boyfriends can cheat, friends can disappoint. It’s in these moments, when you just want to get real, drop the act, and be your true scared unhappy self.

fata morgana

are-o "carcasa" cam dura, da, la prima sau, mai bine zis, primele vederi, e cam dificila, cam rea, cam pesimista, critica prea mult, priveste prea incruntat, cam prea directa, nu zice prea multe si atunci cand zice, mai mult "inteapa" ... si parca zambeste cam rar. da, isi poarta "carcasa" care ii tine de cald cum isi poarta mecul casa-n spate!
parca merge si prea hotarat, face pasii mari, mai mult alearga, parca nu prea vorbeste, nu intra in discutii. parca nu saluta pe toata lumea, parca nu zambeste din politete ... parca nu prea suporta ea formalitatile. parca e rece, parca evita pe toata lumea.
she's a tough shell to crack, dar daca-ti pierzi timpul in incercarea de a o cunoste parca se schimba situatia, defapt, se schimba total ... daca ajungi s-o cunosti parca e o alta persoana, desi isi pastreaza unele asperitati, caracteristice personalitatii, dar parca ... vorbeste mult, poate prea mult, si rade din orice prostie, ti-e aproape, te asculta si, daca poate, te ajuta, nu prea te critica, mai mult te sfatuieste si te lasa sa iti faci alegerile, indiferent care ar fi ele, iti e alaturi. parca e dedicata ... prietenilor si vietii. e directa, dar asta pentru ca nu stie sa minta, "inteapa", dar doar pentru a se apara, pentru a se ascunde. nu-i place politetea pentru ca e doar o modalitate de a te baga in seama cu "japca".
am realizat ca e dura pentru ca viata a fost dura cu ea. a invatat din trecut si a renuntat la asteptarile unui viitor incert. e pesimista pentru ca nu mai viseaza, se rezuma la lucrurile concrete din viata ... si ia viata-n piept, pentru ca nu ii place sa se ascunda, sa se eschiveze.



ce-mi plac mie aparentele astea dulci si inselatoare, un fel de fata morgana in desert. pentru cei cu neuroni pe minus care se vad deasupra tuturor pe meritul altora, care cred ca eticheta de blugi conteaza: sa ma *** pe ea de carpa ...aaa, si: " Nu te sufar, am observat ca te cam supar, O sa ne intelegem bine, bai nu te sufar!"

everybody is free to ware sunscreen

Ladies and Gentlemen of the class of '97,
Wear sunscreen. If I could offer you only one tip for the future, sunscreen would be it. The long term benefits of sunscreen have been proved by scientists, whereas the rest of my advice has no basis or reliable then my own meandering experience. I will dispense this advice....now.
Enjoy the power and beauty of your youth. Oh, nevermind, you won't understand the power and beauty of your youth until they've faded, but trust me in 20 years, you'll look back at photos of yourself and recall in a way you can't grasp now how much possibility lay before you and how fabulous you really looked. You are not as fat as you imagine.
Don't worry about the future, or worry, but know that worrying is as effective as trying to solve an algebra equation by chewing bubblegum.
The real troubles in your life are apt to be things that never crossed your worried mind: the kind that blindsides you at 4pm on some idle Tuesday.
Do one thing every day that scares you.
Sing.
Don't be reckless with other people's hearts; don't put up with people who are reckless with yours.
Floss.
Don't waste your time on jealousy. Sometimes you're ahead, sometimes you're behind. The race is long, and in the end, it's only with yourself.
Remember compliments you receive; forget the insults. (if you succeed in doing this, tell me how).
Keep your old love letters; throw away your old bank statements.
Stretch.
Don't feel guilty if you don't know what you want to do with your life. The most interesting people I know didn't know at 22 what they wanted to do with their lives; some of the most interesting 40 year olds I know still don't.
Get plenty of Calcium. Be kind to your knees -- you'll miss them when they're gone.
Maybe you'll marry, maybe you won't. Maybe you'll have children, maybe you won't. Maybe you'll divorce at 40; maybe you'll dance the funky chicken on your 75th wedding anniversary.
Whatever you do, don't congratulate yourself too much or berate yourself, either. Your choices are half chance, so are everybody else's.
Enjoy your body: use it every way you can. Don't be afraid of it or what other people think of it; it's the greatest instrument you'll ever own.
Dance...even if you have no where to do it but in your own living room.
Read the directions (even if you don't follow them).
Do not read beauty magazines; they will only make you feel ugly.
Get to know your parents; you never know when they'll be gone for good.
Be nice to your siblings: they're your best link to your past and the people most likely to stick with you in the future.
Understand that friends come and go, but what a precious few should hold on. Work hard to bridge the gaps and geography and lifestyle, because the older you get, the more you need the people you knew when you were young.
Live in New York City once, but leave before it makes you hard.
Live in Northern California once, but leave before it makes you soft.
Travel.
Accept certain inalienable truths: prices will rise, politicians will philander, you too will get old; and when you do, you'll fantasize that when you were young, prices were reasonable, politicians were noble, and children respected their elders.
Respect your elders.
Don't expect anyone else to support you. Maybe you have a trust fund, maybe you'll have a wealthy spouse, but you never know when either one might run out.
Don't mess too much with your hair or by the time you are 40, it will look 85.
Be careful whose advice you buy, but be patient with those who supply it. Advice is a form of nostalgia; dispensing it is a way of wishing the past from the disposal--wiping it off, painting over the ugly parts, and recycling it for more than it's worth.
But trust me, I'm the sunscreen.