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Mar-7-2010

Despre cum ranesti persoanele dragi

Avem persoanele dragi langa noi si ni se cuvin, ne permitem sa le spunem/facem orice. Le ranim involuntar si in loc sa pansam rana cu scuze, o adancim cu faptele urmatoare. Pentru ca ne permitem.

Pentru ca NOI avem dreptul, noi suntem Soarele lor, in jurul nostru graviteaza ele. Dar de fapt, noi gravitam in jurul lor. Chiar si autentice, ne sunt necesare. In egoismul nostru disimulam, manipulam, si facem tot ce ne sta in putinta sa aducem persoanele dragi la forma care ne avantajeaza pe noi; le educam dupa necesitatile noastre. Nu ne intereseaza si nu tinem cont de dorintele lor. Nu ne intereseaza ca persoana isi pierde identitatea pe parcurs…noi suntem multumiti. Oare?

Ranindu-i pe ei, ne exprimam frustrarile; un cuvant, un gest, o actiune nepotrivita…wow! Ce tare esti! Ce independent! De fapt…nu ti-ai gasit identitatea si ii formezi si pe cei dragi in aceiasi nebuloasa. La sfarsitul piesei de teatru iti dai jos masca, te uiti in oglina…Cine esti? Nu te recunosti…

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We have our loved ones near us and it’s appropriate and allowed to tell / do anything to them. Unintentionally hurt them and instead of dressing the wound with an apology, we deepen it with our following actions. Because we’re allowed.

Because WE have the right, we are their sun, they revolve around us. But actually, we gravitate around them. Even authentic, they are needed. In our selfishness we disimulate, manipulate, and do our best to bring those dear to us to a form we agree, educate them after our needs. We are not interested and do not we respect their wishes. We are not interested as a person loses his identity along the way … we are content. Really? Hurting them, we express our own frustrations, a word, a gesture, an inappropriate action … wow! You’re that good! That independent! Actually … you haven’t found your identify and you form your dear ones in the same nebula. At the end of the play, you remove the mask, you look yourself in the mirror … Who are you? You don’t recognize yourself…
[Translated for Denny A.]


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