tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-56735135178476924002024-03-14T08:58:41.727+01:00Imagination has its own reason for existenceCamihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04381272925076620840noreply@blogger.comBlogger107125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5673513517847692400.post-1127233522061281162012-02-08T14:43:00.003+01:002012-02-08T15:04:42.299+01:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OAWwIJsknEA/TzKAzgqKmGI/AAAAAAAAAXc/Acl9m_op0n4/s1600/0415wallpaperys-6_1600.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OAWwIJsknEA/TzKAzgqKmGI/AAAAAAAAAXc/Acl9m_op0n4/s320/0415wallpaperys-6_1600.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5706765300260313186" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><br />Before you talk, <span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;">listen</span>.<br />Before you react, <span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;">think</span>.<br />Before you spend, <span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;">earn</span>.<br />Before you criticise, <span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">wait</span>.<br />Before you pray, <span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">forgive</span>.<br />Before you quit, <span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">try</span>.</span><br /><br />(E. Hemingway)Camihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04381272925076620840noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5673513517847692400.post-86336436365785395762012-01-27T21:15:00.000+01:002012-01-27T21:16:31.544+01:00Mother egg :d<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0KoVYSOT0tw/TyMGB-x638I/AAAAAAAAAXQ/PFKIoO1Nwqs/s1600/mother-egg.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 258px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0KoVYSOT0tw/TyMGB-x638I/AAAAAAAAAXQ/PFKIoO1Nwqs/s320/mother-egg.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5702408184283193282" /></a>Camihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04381272925076620840noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5673513517847692400.post-32439885567073254142012-01-06T15:10:00.004+01:002012-01-07T17:18:05.527+01:00I'm just a lightworker!!!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lP1YLuqfEok/TwcBx-v_JBI/AAAAAAAAAXE/ADjuL7qbDyA/s1600/6a00e54fbd413788330147e0829ea8970b-800wi.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 251px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lP1YLuqfEok/TwcBx-v_JBI/AAAAAAAAAXE/ADjuL7qbDyA/s320/6a00e54fbd413788330147e0829ea8970b-800wi.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5694522212002767890" border="0" /></a><br /><br />I'm just a <span style="font-weight: bold;">lightworker</span>....<br /><br />You can go in a room full of darkness and light a little candle, and instantly darkness flees.....but you can't do the opposite! You can't go into a room full of wisdom and true and joy and helth and love and hormony with the universe and you cannot take off any amount of darkness and have any effect whatsoever..<br /><br />This is way <span style="font-weight: bold;">there's only light</span>...the dualism between light and dark exists only in our mind..our hypnotize mind...Camihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04381272925076620840noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5673513517847692400.post-79268505121464248572012-01-05T11:58:00.002+01:002012-01-05T12:08:49.590+01:00karma<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9A167-qB10k/TwWEsi7LWXI/AAAAAAAAAW4/OvSAm3iLxfw/s1600/Gheisa.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 100px; height: 158px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9A167-qB10k/TwWEsi7LWXI/AAAAAAAAAW4/OvSAm3iLxfw/s320/Gheisa.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5694103204703983986" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Constat o folosire gresita a cuvantului <span style="font-weight: bold;">karma</span>...conceptul find prost explicat: nu ceea ce ai facut in viata ta trecuta iti va afecta prezentul, ci ceea ce faci in prezent va rescumpara trecutul si, in mod logic va schimba viitorul. Karma este dincolo de momentul prezent, dincolo de timp...<br />Si pana la urma chiar nu are rost sa intrebuintam cuvinte care nu vor sa spuna nik...experimenteaza!!!!!Camihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04381272925076620840noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5673513517847692400.post-87692752428216137172011-11-23T21:12:00.003+01:002011-11-23T21:16:53.904+01:00Control<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-saHAhRSJyXg/Ts1Uq8UCIJI/AAAAAAAAAWs/kEuqVcP8hD4/s1600/mind.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 280px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-saHAhRSJyXg/Ts1Uq8UCIJI/AAAAAAAAAWs/kEuqVcP8hD4/s320/mind.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5678287801905455250" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:large;"><br />Impartind recompense, dar controland "bomboana" capeti <span style="font-weight: bold;">control</span>. Totul depinde de gradul in care ceilalti te plac si te respecta.....<br /></span>Camihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04381272925076620840noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5673513517847692400.post-59249286221283792632010-11-23T17:51:00.003+01:002010-11-23T18:00:06.895+01:00Live life!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XUNyudobr7I/TOvzChSRqNI/AAAAAAAAAWY/bLJrJAu5CKY/s1600/263232_1214733670_large.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XUNyudobr7I/TOvzChSRqNI/AAAAAAAAAWY/bLJrJAu5CKY/s320/263232_1214733670_large.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542790991029840082" border="0" /></a><br />Take chances. Tell the truth. Date someone totally wrong for you. Say no. Spend all your cash. Get to know someone random. Be random. Say i love you. Dance on the street. Laugh at stupid jokes. Cry. Apologize. Tell someone how much they mean to you. Tell a jerk what you think. Lough till your stomach hurts. Go with the flow and just live life! Regret nothing.Camihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04381272925076620840noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5673513517847692400.post-61950120937522385662010-10-08T17:31:00.001+02:002010-10-08T17:34:16.302+02:00Best thing......<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XUNyudobr7I/TK850dmmEiI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/U4nkVrZbQX0/s1600/miss_butterfly.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 222px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XUNyudobr7I/TK850dmmEiI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/U4nkVrZbQX0/s320/miss_butterfly.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525698841269375522" border="0" /></a>
<br /><meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"><meta name="ProgId" content="Word.Document"><meta name="Generator" content="Microsoft Word 11"><meta name="Originator" content="Microsoft Word 11"><link rel="File-List" href="file:///C:%5CUsers%5Ckh4n%5CAppData%5CLocal%5CTemp%5Cmsohtml1%5C01%5Cclip_filelist.xml"><!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <w:worddocument> <w:view>Normal</w:View> <w:zoom>0</w:Zoom> <w:punctuationkerning/> <w:validateagainstschemas/> <w:saveifxmlinvalid>false</w:SaveIfXMLInvalid> <w:ignoremixedcontent>false</w:IgnoreMixedContent> <w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext>false</w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText> <w:compatibility> <w:breakwrappedtables/> <w:snaptogridincell/> <w:wraptextwithpunct/> <w:useasianbreakrules/> <w:dontgrowautofit/> </w:Compatibility> <w:browserlevel>MicrosoftInternetExplorer4</w:BrowserLevel> </w:WordDocument> </xml><![endif]--><!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <w:latentstyles deflockedstate="false" latentstylecount="156"> </w:LatentStyles> </xml><![endif]--><style> <!-- /* Style Definitions */ p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal {mso-style-parent:""; margin:0in; margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:12.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";} @page Section1 {size:8.5in 11.0in; margin:1.0in 1.25in 1.0in 1.25in; mso-header-margin:.5in; mso-footer-margin:.5in; mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1 {page:Section1;} --> </style><!--[if gte mso 10]> <style> /* Style Definitions */ table.MsoNormalTable {mso-style-name:"Table Normal"; mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; mso-style-noshow:yes; mso-style-parent:""; mso-padding-alt:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt; mso-para-margin:0in; mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:10.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-ansi-language:#0400; mso-fareast-language:#0400; mso-bidi-language:#0400;} </style> <![endif]--> <p class="MsoNormal">The best thing in life is finding someone who knows all your mistakes and weaknesses and still thinks you’re completely amazing!</p> Camihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04381272925076620840noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5673513517847692400.post-27007011319813894272010-08-01T17:56:00.001+02:002010-08-01T17:59:29.664+02:00Private property....nice and clean!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XUNyudobr7I/TFWZg5W_pfI/AAAAAAAAAV4/bwEZfHz_yP4/s1600/DSC05238.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XUNyudobr7I/TFWZg5W_pfI/AAAAAAAAAV4/bwEZfHz_yP4/s320/DSC05238.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500471310335059442" border="0" /></a>Camihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04381272925076620840noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5673513517847692400.post-58128291109827254422010-07-29T01:14:00.003+02:002010-07-29T01:18:46.539+02:00Love is weird....<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XUNyudobr7I/TFC6yHjZ_JI/AAAAAAAAAVw/O8ibfoWY-BQ/s1600/DSC05204.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XUNyudobr7I/TFC6yHjZ_JI/AAAAAAAAAVw/O8ibfoWY-BQ/s200/DSC05204.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499100515203153042" border="0" /></a><br />We all are a little weird and life's a little weird and when we find someone whose weirdness is compatible with ours, we join up with them and fall in mutual weirdness and call it LOVE!Camihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04381272925076620840noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5673513517847692400.post-91137055406022807272010-07-28T03:14:00.004+02:002010-07-28T03:20:52.773+02:00Always go with the experience!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XUNyudobr7I/TE-FzJNBlGI/AAAAAAAAAVo/g5B8Hw4ETCg/s1600/see.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XUNyudobr7I/TE-FzJNBlGI/AAAAAAAAAVo/g5B8Hw4ETCg/s200/see.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498760783733036130" border="0" /></a><br />The things you own can't make you as happy as the things you do.. If you have to choose between buying something or spending the money on a memorable experience, don't hesitate...go with the experience!Camihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04381272925076620840noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5673513517847692400.post-32807799985899005632010-07-18T20:50:00.004+02:002010-07-18T21:11:10.344+02:00A little struggle<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XUNyudobr7I/TENRd6S_LdI/AAAAAAAAAVg/vA9Zp_LueFo/s1600/DSC05133.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XUNyudobr7I/TENRd6S_LdI/AAAAAAAAAVg/vA9Zp_LueFo/s200/DSC05133.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495325544629087698" border="0" /></a><br />I see the rain come down while the sun is shining! Little cold drops of rain fall involuntarily, from nowhere. The whether is warm..and it makes me feel good. Still..the little cold drops of rain are turning my life upside down. I sense a struggle inside me. What to do? Continue to enjoy the sun, the sea..the wonderful feeling! I sense the smell of fear, desire, love, sadness, happiness...all in one! Strange....Camihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04381272925076620840noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5673513517847692400.post-89162779517547154312010-07-18T03:29:00.003+02:002010-07-18T03:35:46.128+02:00Seven blunders of the world (Mahatma Gandhi)<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XUNyudobr7I/TEJZWiYUONI/AAAAAAAAAVY/fzGrmsnlbQk/s1600/500x_tinychunli.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 158px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XUNyudobr7I/TEJZWiYUONI/AAAAAAAAAVY/fzGrmsnlbQk/s200/500x_tinychunli.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495052739066214610" border="0" /></a>1. Wealth without work<br />2. Pleasure without conscience<br />3. Knowledge without character<br />4. Commerce without morality<br />5. Science without humanity<br />6. Worship without sacrifice<br />7. Politics without principleCamihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04381272925076620840noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5673513517847692400.post-23055681448851791012010-07-17T02:34:00.003+02:002010-07-17T02:41:28.083+02:00Mind vs soul....or better soul vs mind<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XUNyudobr7I/TED8HGpkpKI/AAAAAAAAAVI/IKVJYKiRqJU/s1600/DSC05108.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XUNyudobr7I/TED8HGpkpKI/AAAAAAAAAVI/IKVJYKiRqJU/s200/DSC05108.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494668744366269602" border="0" /></a><br />The collapse kicks into action when the mind struggled to understand the feeling..the soul. I'm not going to do this anymore...Don't try to understand your soul with your mind! Better try to understand the mind with your soul..this is the way to happiness..Camihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04381272925076620840noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5673513517847692400.post-57757540712652927092010-07-16T16:58:00.001+02:002010-07-16T17:01:57.831+02:00Changes...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XUNyudobr7I/TEB0Al5JRbI/AAAAAAAAAVA/MztBsKbANNA/s1600/DSC04956.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XUNyudobr7I/TEB0Al5JRbI/AAAAAAAAAVA/MztBsKbANNA/s200/DSC04956.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494519098912622002" border="0" /></a>
<br /><meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"><meta name="ProgId" content="Word.Document"><meta name="Generator" content="Microsoft Word 11"><meta name="Originator" content="Microsoft Word 11"><link rel="File-List" href="file:///C:%5CUsers%5Ckh4n%5CAppData%5CLocal%5CTemp%5Cmsohtml1%5C01%5Cclip_filelist.xml"><!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <w:worddocument> <w:view>Normal</w:View> <w:zoom>0</w:Zoom> <w:punctuationkerning/> <w:validateagainstschemas/> <w:saveifxmlinvalid>false</w:SaveIfXMLInvalid> <w:ignoremixedcontent>false</w:IgnoreMixedContent> <w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext>false</w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText> <w:compatibility> <w:breakwrappedtables/> <w:snaptogridincell/> <w:wraptextwithpunct/> <w:useasianbreakrules/> <w:dontgrowautofit/> </w:Compatibility> <w:browserlevel>MicrosoftInternetExplorer4</w:BrowserLevel> </w:WordDocument> </xml><![endif]--><!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <w:latentstyles deflockedstate="false" latentstylecount="156"> </w:LatentStyles> </xml><![endif]--><style> <!-- /* Style Definitions */ p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal {mso-style-parent:""; margin:0in; margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:12.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";} @page Section1 {size:8.5in 11.0in; margin:1.0in 1.25in 1.0in 1.25in; mso-header-margin:.5in; mso-footer-margin:.5in; mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1 {page:Section1;} --> </style><!--[if gte mso 10]> <style> /* Style Definitions */ table.MsoNormalTable {mso-style-name:"Table Normal"; mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; mso-style-noshow:yes; mso-style-parent:""; mso-padding-alt:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt; mso-para-margin:0in; mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:10.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-ansi-language:#0400; mso-fareast-language:#0400; mso-bidi-language:#0400;} </style> <![endif]--> <p class="MsoNormal">There are things that cannot be changed and we just have to accept them with serenity….and there are things that can be changed, but we need courage to change them. And we need wisdom to distinguish the one from the other…..</p>
<br />Camihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04381272925076620840noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5673513517847692400.post-14923848881801248952010-07-07T00:10:00.003+02:002010-07-07T00:17:45.852+02:00Poate o definitie...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XUNyudobr7I/TDOre1Ic5uI/AAAAAAAAAU4/LKX4LhHg5ws/s1600/DSC04850.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XUNyudobr7I/TDOre1Ic5uI/AAAAAAAAAU4/LKX4LhHg5ws/s200/DSC04850.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490920916841719522" border="0" /></a><br />Omul nu stie sa iubeasca..traieste doar cu impresia ca are curajul sa infrunte dragostea asa cum este ea. Iubirea este un animal salbatic. Cand incercam sa o controlam, sa o tinem in frau, ne distruge. Cand incercam s-o inchidem, ne faci robi. Cand incercam sa o intelegem, ne tulbura si ne amageste. Dragostea este forta care ne face fericiti...unica si singura proprietate a ei este fericirea. Iubirea se pastreaza prin confruntare si transformare.Camihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04381272925076620840noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5673513517847692400.post-83794595026366288282010-07-05T02:39:00.003+02:002010-07-05T02:48:17.636+02:00Mai bine asa<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XUNyudobr7I/TDErb19vbbI/AAAAAAAAAUo/ojNIz13HTjE/s1600/DSC04939.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XUNyudobr7I/TDErb19vbbI/AAAAAAAAAUo/ojNIz13HTjE/s200/DSC04939.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490217178083847602" border="0" /></a><br />Decat altfel...mai bine deloc sau macar azi nu. Acceptarea este una dintre cele mai reusite saluturi din viata. Este forma cea mai plata de socializare si in acelasi timp cea mai geniala. Greutatea a constat in digerarea conceptului. A urmat punerea in practica..cu mici ezitari, rasturnari de situatii..reveniri spectaculoase..reprize de prelungiri..cateva faulturi..poate chiar si out-uri..Rezultatul total conteaza cel mai mult in aceasta ecuatie..a accepta inseamna a iubi.Camihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04381272925076620840noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5673513517847692400.post-12196975319007590032010-06-03T02:21:00.003+02:002010-06-03T02:32:46.229+02:00Ego sapiens<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XUNyudobr7I/TAb4IcQt_pI/AAAAAAAAAUY/q2OjH-srJFU/s1600/sheep.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XUNyudobr7I/TAb4IcQt_pI/AAAAAAAAAUY/q2OjH-srJFU/s200/sheep.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478338820651744914" border="0" /></a><br />Un proverb chinezesc spune ca <span style="font-weight: bold;">oamenii se nasc infiniti, dar foarte putini dintre ei mor la fel</span>. Cand te nasti esti esenta pura de adevar, dragoste si frumos. In primele noua luni din viata, nu trebuie sa faci absolut nimic...practic "esti facut". Dar intervine societatea in schema si-ti serveste rece, cu 2 cuburi de gheata, un ego, care este in esenta, un produs al civilizatiei. Ne nastem precum cerul deschis, insa, in scurt timp intram in tunelul ego-ului si nu mai iesim niciodata din el. Si devenim doctori, profesori, avocati, functionari, economisti, ingineri......si atat!Camihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04381272925076620840noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5673513517847692400.post-41494674701204819592010-06-01T12:04:00.003+02:002010-06-01T12:30:31.750+02:00Peaceful awakeness<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XUNyudobr7I/TATcxxjiD_I/AAAAAAAAAUQ/Wr9TsfKjkpc/s1600/the-end-of-the-garden-zalit.gif"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 144px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XUNyudobr7I/TATcxxjiD_I/AAAAAAAAAUQ/Wr9TsfKjkpc/s200/the-end-of-the-garden-zalit.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477745794463436786" border="0" /></a><br />Walt Whitman:<br />"I must not be awake for everything looks to me<br />As it never did before,<br />Or else, I am awake for the first time,<br />And all that was before, was just a dream."<br /><br />Rumi:<br />"Let the water settle;<br />You will see the moon and stars<br />Mirrored in your being."Camihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04381272925076620840noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5673513517847692400.post-12416096695100241652010-05-27T12:10:00.005+02:002010-05-27T13:26:24.389+02:00And this is what I call love...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XUNyudobr7I/S_5IAzB1_oI/AAAAAAAAAUA/QzxZeqWARUQ/s1600/Friendship.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XUNyudobr7I/S_5IAzB1_oI/AAAAAAAAAUA/QzxZeqWARUQ/s200/Friendship.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475893375464242818" border="0" /></a><br />Nevoia de ceva sau cineva in asigurarea fericirii nu este o cale. Fiecare moment pe care-l petreci suparati, disperat, manios, trist, suferind din cauza comportamentului altei persoane este o clipa in care ai pierdut controlul. Este un moment in care ceea ce cred altii despre propria persoana devine mai important decat ceea ce crezi tu despre tine. Si-ti imbraci supararea in fel de fel de haine, recurgand la orice iti sta in putere sa-i faci pe ceilalti sa te placa. Si asta nu e solutie...<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Iubim lumea pentru ceea ce este, nu pentru ceea ce ne dorim sa fie</span>. Si nu incercam sa "umblam" la ceea ce iubim, incercand sa schimbam continutul sau ambalajul. Doar iubim...ne umplem de dragoste si o trimitem in univers. Cei ce o accepta, bine....cei ce nu o fac, la fel de bine. Iubirea nu se impune, ci se ofera, fara a astepta o recompensa, sau ceva in schimbul ei.Camihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04381272925076620840noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5673513517847692400.post-85603597548634412862010-05-27T01:01:00.003+02:002010-05-27T01:05:59.475+02:00The Love :)<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XUNyudobr7I/S_2pT1lnfoI/AAAAAAAAAT4/J8YDy4kHpDo/s1600/Happiness.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XUNyudobr7I/S_2pT1lnfoI/AAAAAAAAAT4/J8YDy4kHpDo/s200/Happiness.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475718880219856514" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Even after all this time<br />The Sun never says to the Earth<br />"You owe me!"<br /><br />Look what happens<br />With a love like that<br />It lights the whole sky<br /><br />Hafiz, 1300Camihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04381272925076620840noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5673513517847692400.post-89154406624911250132010-05-26T12:01:00.003+02:002010-05-26T12:31:42.359+02:00Conspiratia ego-ului!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XUNyudobr7I/S_z3WZxHSPI/AAAAAAAAATw/2BaM6vhpqWI/s1600/TheDancer.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XUNyudobr7I/S_z3WZxHSPI/AAAAAAAAATw/2BaM6vhpqWI/s200/TheDancer.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475523211221747954" border="0" /></a><br />Numesc ego-ul ca fiind <span style="font-weight: bold;">ambitie</span>. Ni se cultiva cultul proprietatii de la primele jucarii primite. Suntem invatati sa avem grija de ele, intrucat sunt numai ale noastre. Ni se planteaza astfel conceptul : estii ceea ce detii. In adolescenta, societatea ne ajuta sa ne plantam o alta buruiana: reputatia. Astfel, adolescentul nelinistit devine ceea ce cred altii ca este. Odata cu trecerea in urmatoarea etapa a vietii, revenim la conceptul : esti ceea ce detii, insa mai adaugam unul : esti si ceea ce faci. Cultul carierei profesionale si cel al avutiei ocupa primele doua pozitii in scara de valori capitaliste ale omului zilelor noastre.<br /><br />Traim intr-o piata libera, unde <span style="font-weight: bold;">concurenta </span>este fundament existential. Parintii se zbat sa ne dea la cele mai bune scoli, eventual in cele mai bune clase. Elevii model primesc premiul I, merg la olimpiade, iar pozele lor sunt agatate pe peretii de onoare ale scolilor si liceelor. La facultate, lucrurile nu se schimba cu nimic, studentii model primid burse si laude. Toate aceste mizerii hranesc ego-ul. Am ajuns sa traim pentru a fi cei mai buni. Un om fara ambitie este privit ca un om fara viitor.<br /><br />Pana si in credinta conspiratia ego-ului si-a facut loc si a cultivat ideea de separatism. Traim cu impresia ca suntem separati de divinitate. Ni se cultiva ideea Dumnezeu-lui cu barba alba si nuia in mana, care ne priveste din ceruri si ne mai "articuleaza" cand gresim. O imagine de-a dreptul hilara, intrucat divinitatea nu este altceva decat dragoste. Fiecare dintre noi purtam in noi, o parte din divinitate. Spiritul inseamna Dumnezeu: dragoste, perfectiune, adevar si frumusete.Camihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04381272925076620840noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5673513517847692400.post-15150100271836373082010-05-21T15:39:00.004+02:002010-05-21T15:55:24.298+02:00Interpretari....de filme<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XUNyudobr7I/S_aQWsAaNEI/AAAAAAAAATY/SN6TkR_Oxs0/s1600/baby-and-dog.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 136px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XUNyudobr7I/S_aQWsAaNEI/AAAAAAAAATY/SN6TkR_Oxs0/s200/baby-and-dog.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473721116559815746" border="0" /></a><br />"Cu totii purtam in noi nostalgia paradisului pierdut si aspiram inconstient sau nu, spre starea perfecta si beatifica din care am descins"...un gand frumos lasat de Mircea Eliade.<br /><br />Cred ca paradisul pierdut este inceputul vietii fiecaruia dintre noi. Acea frumusete perfecta..incapacitatea de a face rau. Bucuria fara margini... inutilitatea materiei...jocul continuu. Cand incepi sa cauti adanc in propria fiinta, inlaturand in primul rand teama, ajungi, incetul cu incetul, sa gasesti acel bebelus perfect, capabil doar sa iubeasca si sa aprecieze. Copilul acela cu parul balai fara ieri si fara maine, pentru care frumusetea inseamna adevar, iar adevarul este doar frumusete.Camihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04381272925076620840noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5673513517847692400.post-68711639370653903842010-05-21T00:43:00.004+02:002010-05-21T01:40:46.655+02:00Drama "mai mult"-ului!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XUNyudobr7I/S_W8Hr_fBsI/AAAAAAAAATQ/1uRMtr_bWc0/s1600/the_sad_earth_sage.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 195px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XUNyudobr7I/S_W8Hr_fBsI/AAAAAAAAATQ/1uRMtr_bWc0/s200/the_sad_earth_sage.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473487762392811202" border="0" /></a>Observ o crestere a numarului de bolnavi care sufera de "<span style="font-weight: bold;">mai mult</span>". Acesti pacienti inregistreaza constant o lipsa profunda de multumire. Indiferent de calea urmata, pozitia avuta, relatiile intemeiate, banii din cont sau din portofel, situatia profesionala, tot timpul vor "mai mult". Nimic nu este suficient pentru ei. "Mai mult"-ul naste o atitudine plangacioasa, prapastioasa, tematoare, trista si frustranta. Daca nu sunt intr-o relatie, se tem de singuratate. Daca au pe cineva aproape, sa tem sa nu-si piarda dragostea. Bolnavii de "mai mult" isi fixeaza teluri de atins. Muncesc din greu ca sa-si atinga idealul, iar cand o fac, isi fixeaza imediat un altul. Poate pierd o clipa bucurandu-se de reusita, poate nu....Camihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04381272925076620840noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5673513517847692400.post-3314479531198217902010-05-20T17:01:00.005+02:002010-05-21T02:56:41.686+02:00Cheia fericirii!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XUNyudobr7I/S_VRZhoL5jI/AAAAAAAAATI/lm0BIyqhpO4/s1600/happiness+hands.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XUNyudobr7I/S_VRZhoL5jI/AAAAAAAAATI/lm0BIyqhpO4/s200/happiness+hands.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473370421104207410" border="0" /></a><br />Fericirea este un subiect care mi-a creat multe batai de cap. Simplul act al dorintei imi anula starea beatifica. Asadar...revizuiesc conceptul :)<br /><br />Cheia fericirii este <span style="font-weight: bold;">multumirea </span>si nu dorinta. A fi multumit cu ceea ce esti si ceea ce ai este cel mai fericit mod de a trai. Inutilitatea oricarei dorinte piere in calea sfanta a multumirii. Nu spun ca nu e ok sa ne dorim lucruri, persoane, intamplari. Insa, simplul act al dorintei ascunde o frustrare, o lipsa in viata omului. Iti doresti ceea ce nu ai, iar asta inseamna nemultumire.<br /><br />"<span style="font-weight: bold;">There is no way to happiness...happiness is the way</span>!" Wayne DyerCamihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04381272925076620840noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5673513517847692400.post-64764023319187029912010-05-19T06:44:00.005+02:002010-05-19T07:03:09.298+02:00Povestea unei bunicute!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XUNyudobr7I/S_NuZDG_ZnI/AAAAAAAAATA/GYmFr-6WVv0/s1600/boy-at-seaside3.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 199px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XUNyudobr7I/S_NuZDG_ZnI/AAAAAAAAATA/GYmFr-6WVv0/s200/boy-at-seaside3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472839348795696754" border="0" /></a><br />O bunicuta isi petrecea o zi frumoasa de vara la mare cu nepotelul, care se balacea in apa marii. La un moment dat, un val mare s-a ivit din neant si l-a inghitit pe copil. Bunica a inceput sa planga si sa implore divinitatea sa-i aduca comoara inapoi:<br />- O Doamne, fac orice in schimbul nepotelului drag!<br />Un alt val si-a facut aparitia si a adus cu el nepotelul iubit. Bunica s-a repezit la copil spunand:<br />- Si palaria baiatului.....ce-ai facut cu ea, Doamne?Camihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04381272925076620840noreply@blogger.com0