miercuri, 16 aprilie 2014

Dream-land -by Edgar Allan Poe

 By a route obscure and lonely,
Haunted by ill angels only,
Where an Eidolon, named NIGHT,
On a black throne reigns upright,
I have reached these lands but newly
From an ultimate dim Thule-
From a wild clime that lieth, sublime,
Out of SPACE- out of TIME.

Bottomless vales and boundless floods,
And chasms, and caves, and Titan woods,
With forms that no man can discover
For the tears that drip all over;
Mountains toppling evermore
Into seas without a shore;
Seas that restlessly aspire,
Surging, unto skies of fire;
Lakes that endlessly outspread
Their lone waters- lone and dead,-
Their still waters- still and chilly
With the snows of the lolling lily.

By the lakes that thus outspread
Their lone waters, lone and dead,-
Their sad waters, sad and chilly
With the snows of the lolling lily,-
By the mountains- near the river
Murmuring lowly, murmuring ever,-
By the grey woods,- by the swamp
Where the toad and the newt encamp-
By the dismal tarns and pools
Where dwell the Ghouls,-
By each spot the most unholy-
In each nook most melancholy-
There the traveller meets aghast
Sheeted Memories of the Past-
Shrouded forms that start and sigh
As they pass the wanderer by-
White-robed forms of friends long given,
In agony, to the Earth- and Heaven.

For the heart whose woes are legion
'Tis a peaceful, soothing region-
For the spirit that walks in shadow
'Tis- oh, 'tis an Eldorado!
But the traveller, travelling through it,
May not- dare not openly view it!
Never its mysteries are exposed
To the weak human eye unclosed;
So wills its King, who hath forbid
The uplifting of the fringed lid;
And thus the sad Soul that here passes
Beholds it but through darkened glasses.

By a route obscure and lonely,
Haunted by ill angels only,
Where an Eidolon, named NIGHT,
On a black throne reigns upright,
I have wandered home but newly
From this ultimate dim Thule.

joi, 3 aprilie 2014

Frica motivatoare

Te simti singur, echilibrul tau pare sa o fi luat-o razna complet. Si atunci iti dai seama ca desi esti cel mai vulnerabil, pierdut si nimic din ce ti s-a intamplat pana acum nu poate fi mai rau, te simti liber. Iti permiti sa te simti liber caci este singurul lucru ce ti-a mai ramas. Ciudat, dar in momentul in care esti cuprins de frica, ea devine ca un ultimatum pentru tine si curajul te cuprinde.

Realizezi ca tot ce s-a intamplat pana acum, a fost doar o ratacire, plina de frici, de oameni care nu merita oricat de mult ai incerca sa nu ii discreditezi, de-a incerca sa le dai o sansa, lasand de la tine, conversatii, ore pierdute, suflet si spirit. Toate astea nu sunt decat lectii, scantei care trebuie sa te creasca, sa te faca sa  simti ca oricat de frica ti-a fost de anumite lucruri, nu scapi si in final, frica, trebuie sa te motiveze, sa te faca sa te ridici din praf, sa te scuturi, sa tragi o injuratura adevarata si sa pleci, fara sa te uiti inapoi.

Frica motivatoare, te face sa gresesti, dar in acelasi timp iti scoate in cale ce ar fi trebuit sa vezi de la inceput. Ce trebuia sa faci si nu ai facut, ce ai facut si nu era nevoie, cine merita si cine nu, ce merita si ce nu.

Am uitat o invatatura foarte importanta despre viata si anume ... Ca e scurta, a naibii ! Si nu trebuie sa pierzi timp pretios cu lucruri care nu te fac fericit, punct.

Asa ca, so long... sunt altcineva. Maine poate o sa fiu o cu totul alta persoana. Atat timp cat ma accepti asa cum sunt, atat timp cat iti deschizi sufletul si imi arati ca meriti, suntem ok. Daca nu, fuck you si i don't care.