What are our chances?

There are no such things as bad luck or good luck.There are only things that are meant to be or aren’t meant to be.
We spend our lives thinking “Hey,I got lucky today” or “Man,this wasn’t my lucky day”.Why don’t we stop and think differently: “This wasn’t for me.” or “Maybe there are other things expecting me”.We can try that for once.
We always thought we can’t know what life has in store for us and we really can’t but we have to keep in mind that maybe some things have to go wrong so that others could go wonderful.There are a lot of things we don’t understand when they happen and there are a lot of things we never understand.Maybe because we really don’t have the ability to see what’s really up there or maybe because we are programmed to see the bad part or should i call it the unlucky part?
For example,one day an idiot driver crashes your car.You get out of the car and you start screaming at him,you call him stupid maybe you even slap him.You make him pay for the car and make him regret that because of him you’ll be late for work.Did you stop for a moment?Just for a moment?Maybe you had to meet that person,maybe that was a sign,maybe that was your soul mate!Maybe that idiot was the missing part of your life!God gives us signs but he’s not to blame if we are too blind to see them.
We never make the time to think about this sort of things but we always have time to be mad.We are always in a hurry but we can’t see that time is running a little late too.We are never satisfied about our lifes but we never stop thinking that we might not have the things that could make us happy for real.
We all have dreams but few of us go after them no matter the price!
It’s late.You’re sitting on the couch of your living room.A little blanket keeps you warm.The window is open.It’s raining slowly.You look out the window and you see nothing!You don’t see the rainbow,you don’t see happy faces.You can only see wet houses and sad trees.That’s an empty soul looking out the window!Look again! When you’ll see your dreams sitting on the rain drops you’ll know that something is out there just waiting for you to make it happen and that your soul is full of rainbows!
And just for the record trees love rainy days!

Hmm.

Daca am asculta cateodata “vechile discursuri care incep astfel:pe vremea mea” ale parintilor poate am invata mai multe,poate am invata cum sa ne bucuram de viata.Poate nu te-ai gandit niciodata dar si tu poti sa spui azi “pe vremea mea”;eu stiu ca pot s-o spun cu mana pe inima.Pentru ca acum 10 ani ascultam Elvis,Michael si Eros,iar azi ne scaldam in manele si lacuri cu “minimal”.Pentru ca acum 10 ani mancam fructe sanatoase,nu imbibate cu tot felul de nenorociri.Pentru ca acum 10 ani inca ne doream sa invatam si sa obtinem totul prin forte proprii,pe cand azi nu stim ce manevre sa mai folosim ca sa muncim mai putin.Pentru ca acum 10 ani sa iubesti pe cineva era un sentiment frumos,azi totul se rezuma la sex si injosire.Pentru ca acum 10 ani stiam sa ne ajutam unii pe altii,azi nu stim cum sa ii calcam in picioare pe ceilalti pentru “a urca”,vezi doamne,pe scara sociala.

Cateodata,indiferent de cati ani am avea,e bine sa ii ascultam pe cei care au trait mai mult decat noi,chiar si cu o zi. Nu conteaza daca nu facem ca ei,dar sa ii ascultam.Va veni o vreme in care,vrem nu vrem,va trebui sa spunem si noi aceleasi lucruri.Ne plangem ca nu primim destul ajutor,dar ar trebui sa ne plangem ca habar nu avem cum sa ascultam.Ai sa intelegi intr-o buna zi,nu-ti face griji!

Da,pe vremea mea eram mai fericita…

Greutati.

De ce vedem iubirea ca fiind un sentiment dintre doua persoane de sex opus?Trebuie sa recunoastem ca de multe ori,in mintea noastra,cam la asta se rezuma.

Pai sa vezi,dragul meu balon spart,ca nu asa stau lucrurile.

Nu trebuie sa ai o relatie bolnava(din aia care te distruge psihic) ca sa simti ca iubesti.Si daca nu te certi niciodata ce?Asta nu inseamna ca nu va iubiti,asta inseamna ca sunteti doua persoane mature,care nu ar lasa o lingura,o floare care nu vine la timp sau o convorbire telefonica sa fractureze o poveste frumoasa,pe care multi habar nu au sa o traiasca.

Dar asta nu e tot.Oamenii aia care se afla langa tine,pe care ii numesti prieteni,nu ii iubesti?Daca nu ai renuntat niciodata la ceva pentru ei,daca nu le-ai cumparat cate un mic cadou “from time to time”,daca nu le-ai spus “for no reason” ca ii iubesti,daca nu i-ai ajutat la teste si examene cu orice risc,daca nu le spui adevarul,da,e posibil sa nu ii iubesti si ar trebui sa te gandesti de ce ii mai tii langa tine si de ce ii amagesti ca le esti prieten cand de fapt lucrurile stau altfel.Imbratiseaza-i cand incep sa planga,nu le spune cuvinte care se vor pierde pana la urechea lor.

Si pasiunile tale?Pe ele nu le iubesti din tot sufletul?Cand vine vorba de ele nu simti ca nu ai nevoie de nimic altceva?Nu te fac sa simti ca traiesti?

Si animalutele pe care le intalnesti pe strada sau pe care le ai acasa? Si filmele pe care le-ai vazut de zeci de ori? Si melodiile pe care le asculti zi de zi? Si oamenii care te fac sa zambesti?

Nu te mai amagi.Nu traiesti intr-o gaura neagra!Nu te mai trezi intrebandu-te ce e iubirea,trezeste-te si ia-o de mana!Problemele tale nu sunt existentiale,ele nu sunt nici probleme,sunt modalitati de a te face sa uiti ca maine poti sa mori si sa nu fi trait niciodata un moment care sa treaca peste timp.Tu traiesti astazi,intr-o lume materiala,plina de rautati si ganduri negre,plina de “probleme” si capricii;eu traiesc ieri,intr-o lume plina de imagini si cuvinte,de amintiri ce reusesc sa dainuiasca pana astazi;si traiesc maine,pentru toate zambetele mele ce vor urma…

When I’ll meet you…

You don’t wanna do this thing.Maybe because you imagine it a little different.You don’t know how is going to turn out but you think you wouldn’t like it anyway.
Sit down.Now think! Is it different?Not really! It’s hard to get something out of your mind when it’s so damn in there.
Don’t think positive! But don’t think negative either! On the other hand don’t think at all! Let things come to you! Best things happen when you list expect!
Like now! Did you see that butterfly comming? Me neither! What about that smile?I have to admit I did sow that comming on your face!
I like new things,I like new places,I like new people!And that’s not because I’m tired of my things,of my places,of my people.It’s because my things are getting old and they need a substitute,my places wanna see new places,my people wanna meet your people too.
I so love it when I have so few things on my mind!That is when I smile the most,that is when I feel free…
You know the feeling,maybe it’s in you right now,maybe you want to share it with someone but you are afraid of loosing it in that “someone”s favour.
It’s your thing.Everybody has a thing.I have my thing but you just have to find that out on your own.
I love people that get to know my thing.I never met one before but I hope they’re out there somewhere!
I never met you before either! I never looked deep down your eyes! I never looked! I never had too! I know your thing.Maybe because it looks so much like mine. I don’t know if you know my thing.Maybe because I looked too much!
When I’ll meet you i’ll know.I won’t think positive! I won’t think negative either! I won’t think!
My things,your things!My places,your places!My people,your people!
Ya,when I’ll meet you….

Thing…

We are on this lonely beach with no people and no umbrellas.We are sitting on a lovely green blanket.You are playing your guitar and watching me.I am watching the waves and feeling the wind blowing through my hair.We are drinking this sweet orange juice with real oranges in it.Ya,it’s a sunny afternoon!It’s a ball between us,very small,like a baby ball.Your songs are still beautiful after all this time.I get up.I’m walking towords the water and I can see my footsteps in the sand.I can see me diving into the sea and i can see you smiling.I am now returning to our little blanket while you are counting the waterdrops that are falling from my hair.I’m sitting next to you with that old book in my hands.You told me a long time ago to get rid of it but it’s still here…You put your guitar down and throw the little ball away.Now there’s nothing between us.I’m watching the wind taking the pages of my book one by one.I’m huging you from the back,wraping my arms around you’re neck and blowing into your ear.You like it when i do that.The sun is still up there somewhere…Maybe it will always be…

Easy.

Life is like playing basketball.Not all people play very well.Some do the hard work and some only score.You have to be good at driblling between the people in the other team. Sometimes you play only with women and sometimes you play only with men but most of the time you play with both.One game you can be very good and other game maybe not so good.The important thing is to keep on fighting.Even if now you’re down by 10 points you can still win the game.That’s probably the best part.
You have to believe you can do better.You need the galery to support you just like in real life.And you need a coach like a role model to guide you,to teach you,to scream when you do bad and say “I’m proud of you” when you do well.You have to allow people in your team to know you better so you could win together.Team spirit is always the winning point.
You need to have the courage to take an action on your own and to shut the final ball when you are down by 1 point.
You need your team mates to support you when you do bad,to be happy with when you win.
You need friends to be there.You need friends to say a few words from time to time.You need friends to give you hugs.You need friends to touch your heart even if they are not there.Ya,you need friends!
Sometimes it’s so easy to loose and sometimes is so easy to win…

Halfs don’t work.

If you had to choose between the music and the lyrics what would you choose?
If you had to choose between the court and the ball what would you choose?
If you had to choose between the smile and the face what would you choose?
If you had to choose between the kiss and the hug what would you choose?
If you had to choose between the person you love the most or your life what would you choose?
It doesn’t really matter what you choose ’cause one half can’t do the work of both halfs.
It’s like wanting to be day with no sun….
It’s like wanting to rain with no rain drops….
It’s like wanting to write with no pens….
It’s like wanting to touch your hand when you’re not here….
It’s like wanting to kiss your words when I can’t hear them…
It’s like wanting you when you don’t want me…

“I love you”

“I love you” aren’t three words.”I love you” are thousands of words combined beautifuly in one sentence.”I love you” is a feeling that you may or may not understand. “I love you” are lyrics sang by your heart.
“I love you” now ’cause maybe I won’t be here tomorrow to do it…

Viata dupa moarte.(argumentul pro)

Nu-mi poti spune ca exista sau ca nu exista,stii si tu la fel de putin cat stiu si eu.Nu poti spune ca nu exista,pentru ca n-ai fost acolo si n-ai vazut tu ca nu exista.Nu am vazut niciodata Marele zid chinezesc si cu toate astea nu pot afirma ca nu exista.Si sunt milioane de oameni care nu au vazut Romania,dar care nu pot afirma ca nu exista.
Nu am murit,nici nu m-am intors de undeva.Dar eu nu m-am vazut murind si nici intorcandu-ma de undeva.dar poate am murit acum multi multi ani.Poate altii au vazut,dar cum nu mai este niciunul care sa povesteasca toate astea.
Tu imi spui ca esti fericit,dar eu nu vad ca esti fericit.Expresia fetei tale spune altceva,ceva diferit de fericire,si poate tu chiar esti fericit.Imi spui ca trebuie sa te muti in strainatate;te intreb,dar nu-mi spui de ce.Sunt lucruri care imi scapa sau pe care nu stiu cum sa le percep.Imi intinzi mana,dar de fapt vrei sa calc in groapa;nu am vazut ce ai vrut sa faci si cu toate astea tu ai facut-o.
Da,sunt lucruri pe care nu le vedem,asta nu inseamna ca nu sunt acolo undeva,asteptandu-ne!
Dar indiferent ca tu nu l-ai vazut pe Kant,el a existat,pentru ca l-au vazut alti oameni pe care tu nu ii cunosti,pe care tu nu i-ai vazut in viata ta.Tu nu ai vazut niciodata Big Ben-ul dar englezii il vad in fiecare zi.dar viata dupa moarte cine a vazut-o vreodata?

Viata dupa moarte.(argument contra)

-Da,viata dupa moarte exista!zise un prieten de pe strada.
-Ia zi,prietene,de unde stii tu?Ai fost,ai vazut si ai invins?
-Nu,dar toata lumea stie asta!
-Ma tem ca nu stie nimeni!
-Du-te domn’le linistit acasa,exista viata dupa moarte!
“Nu stie nimeni,nu stie nimeni,nu stie nimeni,nu stie nimeni”…….Ah!Iar am avut un cosmar!Ce-i drept,asa ma trezesc in fiecare dimineata:transpirat si zicand aceleasi cuvinte.Ma ridic din pat si imi fac cafeaua.Ma asez apoi la masa din bucatarie,stau cu picioarele pe gresia rece si imi continui discutia cu prietenul de pe strada.
-Cum sa afirmam ca exista viata dupa moarte cand nimeni nu stie ca exista.S-a intors cineva de acolo?
-Nu!
-Si atunci? Nu a vazut nimeni aceasta viata deci ea nu exista.
-Dar este o atfel de viata din care nu te mai poti intoarce.
-Da,dar noi nu am vazut aceasta asa-zisa viata.Nu stim cine traieste acolo,ce nivel de trai au,ce limba vorbesc,daca au carti si caiete,daca isi beau cafeaua dimineata!
-Pai acolo traiesc sufletele!
-Da??Si ce limba vorbesc sufletele astea?
-Sufletista!
-Ce-i aia?Nu vezi ca nu exista asa ceva!Nu am auzit aceasta limba,nu am vazut pe nimeni vorbind asa ceva,deci nu exista.Pentru mine nu exista.
-Foarte bine ai spus:pentru tine!
-Hai sa o luam altfel.Platon vorbea de “Teoria reamintirii” da?
-Da!
-Pai si-a adus aminte vreun suflet de aceasta viata dupa moarte?
-Poate ca da si nu am aflat noi!
-Esti nebun!Era suficient sa afle cineva si a doua zi era in toate ziarele!
-Atunci,poate ca sufletele nu se mai intorc niciodata dupa ce mor,si raman acolo.
-Nici in acest caz nu putem afirma ca exista ceva dupa moarte.Pentru ca nu s-a intors nimeni sa ne povesteasca.deci nu exista.Nu a vazut nimeni,nu s-a intors nimeni,nu exista!
-Trebuie doar sa crezi!
-Cred in mare,in cerul plin de nori,in bataia inimii mele,in pasari si in cateii,dar nu ma pune sa cred in ceva ce nu am vazut,in ceva ce pentru mine si pentru alte milioane de oameni nu exista!
-Atunci mai bine du-te si culca-te!E noapte deja!
-Ai dreptate!S-a intunecat!Auzi,dar tu ce cauti la mine acasa?Nu imi amintesc sa te fi adus vreodata aici!
-Nici eu nu imi amintesc cum am ajuns aici!
-Eh,nu-i nimic!Noapte buna!
-Noapte buna!