joi, 8 ianuarie 2009

Despre lucrurile care ni se neaga la infinit

Am un cititor pe care nu il cunosc personal si care mi-a urat in noul an multa inspiratie pentru blog..

Nu stiu de ce imi e greu sa mai scriu. Nu ma mai mira nimic si dintr-o data totul pare obositor si nu mai pot lua atitudine.

,,La 26 ani, la mijlocul sperantei de viata din Romania.." cum spunea Dan Sociu.. eu nu stiu ce vreau si mi-e doar teama ca doar nu mai vreau. Si Heidegger care spunea ca devenim autentici abia atunci cand ne indeplinim propria natura sau pornim pe drumul care nu se termina niciodata catre ea.. poti sa te chinui toata viata incercand sa inveti engleza desi tu ai talent la franceza.. Ti-ai irosit viata facand ceva impotriva propriei naturi sau dimpotriva??? Poate era mai util sa ma apuc de genetica si nu de filozofie. Si uneori mi-e teama ca m-am apucat de filozofie fara sa stiu prea multa filozofie. Alteori mi-e teama .. nu mai stiu de ce mi-e teama... am pierdut ideea recitind ce am scris mai sus...

La facultatea de filozofie esti suspect si nu e bine daca iti iei notite, daca te lasi sedus sau abtici in fata ideilor profesorilor... este halucinant... Uneori profesorii par niste Nero care sunt cat pe-aci sa dea foc facultatii.. este cea mai in pericol facultate... (cum pot sa stiu fara sa a fi fost in altele?? ) dar cum ei sunt mai putini si noi, stundetii, mai multe blocuri de gheata care se topesc si uneori se transforma in aburi in fata lor.. betonul, peretii cortina si instalatiile sanitare sunt in singuranta... Etcetera si Schweppes-ul Mandarin de la parter sunt in siguranta...




Saw the world turning in my sheets and once again I cannot sleep.
Walk out the door and up the street; look at the stars beneath my feet.
Remember rights that I did wrong, so here I go.
Hello, hello. There is no place I cannot go.
My mind is muddy but my heart is heavy. Does it show?
I lose the track that loses me, so here I go.
And so I sent some men to fight, and one came back at dead of night.
Said he'd seen my enemy. Said he looked just like me,
So I set out to cut myself and here I go.
I'm not calling for a second chance,
I'm screaming at the top of my voice.
Give me reason but don't give me choice.
'Cause I'll just make the same mistake again.
And maybe someday we will meet, and maybe talk and not just speak.
Don't buy the promises 'cause, there are no promises I keep.
And my reflection troubles me, so here I go.
I'm not calling for a second chance,
I'm screaming at the top of my voice.
Give me reason but don't give me choice.
'Cause I'll just make the same mistake,
I'm not calling for a second chance,
I'm screaming at the top of my voice.
Give me reason but don't give me choice.
'Cause I'll just make the same mistake again.
Saw the world turning in my sheets and once again I cannot sleep.
Walk out the door and up the street; look at the stars.
Look at the stars fall down.
And wonder where did I go wrong.


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