A(m) fost odata...

     Au fost timpuri de ratacire,pierdut intr-un univers pe care abia il intelegeam, coplesit de lupta dintre lumi..lumea din interiorul meu si lumea din exterior.Nu spun ca acea lupta a fost si nu mai este...dar cea fost mai greu a trecut si a ramas ultima reduta..eu...luptele cu altii le ducem ..invingem sau nu ..ne ridicam si mergem mai departe..insa lupta cu tine insuti este cea mai lunga si cea mai grea...nu putem fi cea ce sufletul ne cere intodeauna..sau cel putin considerand viata si lumea in care traim e greu sa atingi un echilibru.

   A trecut mult timp..multe furtuni...multe zile insorite...multe nopti intunecate dar si zile luminoase..Mi-au trebuit ani sa inteleg ce sunt cum sunt si de ce sunt,in final viata este frumoasa daca intelegi ce este...daca intelegi ce esti cum esti...si nu te supui ideii ce lumea ti-o creeaza despre tine.Multi cautam fericirea in aceasta existenta, insa putini inteleg ca fericirea este atinsa abia cand te intelegi pe tine insuti ,cand iti cunosti atuurile cat si slabiciunile,cand faci pace cu tine insuti.In final fericirea e o himera pentru mine..care introdeauna am simtit dincolo de fizic...dar asta nu inseamna ca pentru multi nu exista cu adevarat.Eu insa fericirea o gasesc in liniste,in cerul instelat(desi ochii nu mai ajuta ca alta data),in natura...prinre fiinte vii,necuvantatoare.... printre oameni care nu judeca ci inteleg ..Da...oameni care nu sunt grabiti,oameni care au un suflet si il recunosc si simt..oameni care cauta sa inteleaga si nu sa impuna....

   Am inteles multe in timpul ce a trecut de la ultima mea postare...am pus cap la cap trecutul..lectiile .am inteles ce se intampla cu mine,de ce totul pare o lupta pentru mine..si am devenit un al eu..un eu ce nu mai lupta intre doua lumi ci le echilibreaza..bineanteles in masura posibilului 

   There were times of wandering, lost in a universe I barely understood, overwhelmed by the struggle between worlds..the world within me and the world outside. I do not say that this struggle was and no longer is, but the hardest part has passed, and what remains is the final redoubt: my self.Battles with others are fought...we win or we lose, we rise and move forward. but the battle with oneself is the longest and the hardest. We cannot always be what our soul asks of us, or at least, considering the life and the world we live in, it is difficult to reach true balance.

Much time has passed..many storms, many sunny days, many dark nights, but also bright days. It took me years to understand what I am, how I am, and why I am. In the end, life is beautiful if you understand what it is...if you understand who you are and how you are..and if you do not submit to the image the world creates of you.

Many of us seek happiness in this existence, yet few understand that happiness is reached only when you understand yourself, when you know both your strengths and your weaknesses, when you make peace with yourself. In the end, happiness is a chimera for me..someone who has always felt beyond the physical...but that does not mean it does not truly exist for many others.As for me, I find happiness in silence, in the starry sky (even though my eyes no longer help as they once did), in nature, among living beings without words, among people who do not judge but understand. Yes..people who are not rushed, people who have a soul and recognize it and feel it, people who seek to understand rather than to impose.

I have understood many things in the time that has passed since my last post. I have put the past together—the lessons. I have understood what is happening to me, why everything seems like a struggle for me. And I have become another self..

a self that no longer fights between two worlds, but balances them, of course, as much as possible.