Un gand ma tot macina… un regret ma striga necontenit de cateva zile…. o intrebare defapt o convingere…”Era mai simplu cand eram mai mica”…de ce spun asta?.. pe masura ce am crescut am inceput sa vad cum e defapt viata…. cand eram mica totul era o joaca… oare cand s-a terminat tot ?…totul era un joc pentru mine… pana si primul job a fost un joc…numai stiu cand a incetat sa fie amuzant….nu am idee ce s-a cu tot ceea ce am visat atunci…nici urma de vre’o amintire…. macar una fugara…parca viata ar fi de inchiriat … iar eu nu stiu sa cumpar … nu gasesc ofertele …si nu am discont…nici macar nu simt ca mai am un loc pe care sa-l pot numi “acasa”…dar poate nu am cautat destul.. si imi cer mii de scuze ca nu ma pot indragosti….si frang inimi…sau cel putin asa cred… simt ca tot ceea ce am nu e cu adevarat al meu….. parca as trai viata altcuiva… parca am inchiriat pe moca un loc …gol…si plin de crapaturi… in sufletul meu bate vantu…si parca nu as merita nimic decat ceea ce am….
era mai simplu , inainte sa dau piept cu lumea din afara globului meu de cristal…, puteam sa vb despre sentimente…si chiar aveam…si visam cu ochii mari deschisi la o viata mai buna… nu aveam curaj sa mut muntii… dar aveam speranta ca intr-o zi voi putea sa fac tot ceea ce vreau fara sa-mi pese…acum am curaj dar cataresc altfel lucrurile…. masor consecintele faptelor mele cu precizia unui chirurg aflat intr-o operatie pe creier…si judec fiecare fapta ca un judecator in sala de judecata…. imi maresc cercul de cunoscuti dar il micsorez pe cel al pietenilor…vorbesc mai mult … dar spun cuvinte goale… unor oameni de umplutura …merg drept dar niciodata pe aceleasi drumuri… numai bat la usi …ci intru direct …. si nu astept sa mi se permita ci imi dau singura voie…. sa gresesc sau sa fac lucrurile corect…. imi cer mai rar scuze si iert mai putin….rad mai mult dar iubesc mai putin…. sunt zile in care nu iubesc deloc… si nu duc lipsa sentimentelor decat foarte rar dar atunci e mai pregnanta si doare mai tare decat daca le-as duce dorul mai des…sufar mai mult…dar niciodata nu las sa se vada… imi bate inima in ritm alert foarte rar …iar cand bate se opreste brusc pentru ca isi da seama ca nu are motive sa tresalte…… societatea m-a facut o persoana rece…unii ar putea spune insensibila…ma supar imi treece , cad si ma ridic….uneori ma satur sa fiu puternica…si atunci imi iau o zi de pauza …de stat in casa si tratat rani vechhi…nu-mi permit decat o zi pe luna ….sa sufar …restul de 30 il petrec amintindu-mi scopurile…. si faptul ca daca ma abat pierd…si cum nu stiu sa pierd…prefer sa ma creada toti o insensibila decat sa-si bata cineva joc de bunatatea mea….iar increderea e un lucru greu de dat…si foarte usor de pierdut…
…………si totusi era mai simnplu inainte…acum parca nu sunt eu ….si e greu de recunoscut dar uneori mi-e dor de mine…. dar e pacat .. nu ma mai regasesc…:)
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Intotdeauna mi-a placut mare….dar in acelasi timp mi-e frica de ea….atat de mare.. atat de incontrolabila…..asa cam ca mine 
Intotdeauna mi-a placut mirosul de cozonac proaspat scos din cuptor…dar niciodata nu am putut manca o felie intreaga:))
Intotdeauna am visat frumos dar niciodata nu s-a implinit tot ceea ce am visat…dar e timp…
Intotdeauna mi-am dorit mai mult de la mine…iar in final exact asta am obtinut…
Intotdeauna mi-au placut oamenii sinceri …dar niciodata nu am sa inteleg de ce nu am dat de astfel de oameni…poate pt ca sunt pe cale de disparitie…
Intotdeauna mi-a placut inghetata, ciocolata, popcornul, fsticul, alunele si coca-cola…..dar niciodata nu am manact in exces….
Intotdeauna mi-a placut sa beau bere dar niciodata nu m-am imbatat….
Intotdeauna mi-au placut filmele romantice, dramele, povestile adevarate….dar niciodata nu am putut sa ma opresc din plang….ce sa fac daca am sentimente ? 
Intotdeauna am adorat si simpatizat persoanele care au relatii lungi de iubire…dar niciodata nu am avut una…probabil niciodata nu am avut norocul sa dau peste cineva care sa merite sa-mi impart timpul mai mult de 2 saptamani…. soarta...ce sa-i faci?
Intotdeauna am incercat sa am incredere in oameni…dar niciodata nu am apucat sa ii cred… nu-i vina mea ca se dau de gol repede...;))
Intotdeauna am iubit iubirea….dar niciodata nu am avut norocul sa o gasesc ..:)
Intotdeauna am fost o prietena buna , dar niciodata nu am avut prieteni multi…nu stiu de ce oamenii din ziua de azi sunt extrem de materialisti..:) societatea e de asa natura…extrem de trist..
Intotdeauna este un cuvant extrem….si totusi niciodata nu o sa-i gasesc un sens mai potrivit decat cel ce se intelege din contextul de mai sus…:))
Scumpilor ca sa stie toata lumea de ce anume se cumpara vasc am sa fac un pic de lumina pentru toata lumea:)
” Povestea vascului
Vascul era planta sacra a zeitei Frigga. Aceasta era zeita dragostei si mama lui Balder, zeul soarelui de vara. Balder a avut un vis care prevestea moartea. Frigga a fost foarte speriata de acest vis al fiului sau. Daca Balder ar fi murit, toata viata de pe Pamant ar fi disparut. Balder nu putea fi ranit de nicio fiinta de pe pamant. El avea insa un dusman de moarte, pe Loki, zeul raului. Loki stia de o planta care nu era de pe pamant si care crestea in meri si stejari. Aceasta planta era vascul.
Loki confectioneaza o sulita din vasc pe care i-o da zeului iernii, Hoder. Acesta era orb si il loveste din greseala cu vascul pe Balder care moare. Timp de trei zile fiecare element al universului a incercat sa il readuca la viata pe Balder. Frigga, mama sa, a reusit pana la urma sa il invie. Se spune ca lacrimile pe care le-a varsat pentru fiul sau s-au transformat in bobitele albe ale vascului. In ziua in care fiul sau a reinviat, Frigga i-a imbratisat si i-a sarutat pe toti cei care treceu pe sub vascul care facuse bobitele albe. De atunci a ramas scris ca cei care se aflau sub vasc sa nu isi faca nici un rau si sa se sarute.”
“Sarutul de sub vasc
Sarutul sub vasc este asociat pentru prima oara cu festivitatile organizate de greci cu ocazia Saturnaliilor iar mai tarziu cu traditiile primitive legate de casatorie. Acest obicei isi avea originile in mai multe credinte. Una dintre aceastea era aceea ca vascul era un leac pentru fertilitate. De Craciun, fiecare fata care statea sub coronita de vasc nu putea refuza sarutul. Acesta putea insemna iubire, prietenie sau noroc. Daca fata ramanea nesarutata avea ghinion in dragoste in anul urmator si nu se casatorea.
Obiceiul mai spunea ca de fiecare data cand un barbat saruta o fata, trebuia sa rupa si una dintre bobitele albe ale vascului. Dupa ce toate bobitele au fost rupte nimeni nu se mai saruta sub coronita de vasc.
Chiar daca semnificatia stramosilor a fost uitata, obiceiul sarutului sub vasc este un obicei pastrat in multe tari. Daca un cuplu indragostit se saruta sub vasc inseamna ca vor avea o relatie lunga si fericita. In Franta, acest obicei se practica in ziua de Anul Nou.”
Si mai sunt dar eu nu stiam de vasc si ma interesa:)
I’ve learned that you cannot make someone love you. All you can do is be someone who can be loved. The rest is up to them.
I’ve learned that no matter how much I care, some people just don’t care back.
I’ve learned that just because someone doesn’t love you the way you want them to, doesn’t mean they don’t love you with all they have.
I’ve learned that it takes years to build up trust, and only seconds to destroy it.
I’ve learned that it’s not what you have in your life but who you have in your life that counts.
I’ve learned that you can get by on charm for about fifteen minutes. After that, you’d better know something.
I’ve learned that you shouldn’t compare yourself to the best others can do but to the best you can do.
I’ve learned that it’s not what happens to people that’s important. It’s what they do about it.
I’ve learned that you can do something in an instant that will give you heartache for life.
I’ve learned that no matter how thin you slice it, there are always two sides.
I’ve learned that it’s taking me a long time to become the person I want to be.
I’ve learned that it’s a lot easier to react than it is to think.
I’ve learned that you should always leave loved ones with loving words. It may be the last time you see them.
I’ve learned that you can keep going long after you think you can’t.
I’ve learned that we are responsible for what we do, no matter how we feel.
I’ve learned that either you control your attitude or it controls you.
I’ve learned that regardless of how hot and steamy a relationship is at first, the passion fades and there had better be something else to take its place.
I’ve learned that heroes are the people who do what has to be done when it needs to be done, regardless of the consequences.
I’ve learned that learning to forgive takes practice.
I’ve learned that there are people who love you dearly, but just don’t know how to show it.
I’ve learned that money is a lousy way of keeping score.
I’ve learned that my best friend and I can do anything or nothing and have the best time.
I’ve learned that sometimes the people you expect to kick you when you’re down will be the ones to help you get back up.
I’ve learned that sometimes when I’m angry I have the right to be angry, but that doesn’t give me the right to be cruel.
I’ve learned that true friendship continues to grow, even over the longest distance. Same goes for true love.
I’ve learned that maturity has more to do with what types of experiences you’ve had and what you’ve learned from them and less to do with how many birthdays you’ve celebrated.
I’ve learned that you should never tell a child their dreams are unlikely or outlandish. Few things are more humiliating, and what a tragedy it would be if they believed it.
I’ve learned that your family won’t always be there for you. It may seem funny, but people you aren’t related to can take care of you and love you and teach you to trust people again. Families aren’t biological.
I’ve learned that no matter how good a friend is, they’re going to hurt you every once in a while and you must forgive them for that.
I’ve learned that it isn’t always enough to be forgiven by others. Sometimes you have to learn to forgive yourself.
I’ve learned that no matter how bad your heart is broken the world doesn’t stop for your grief.
I’ve learned that our background and circumstances may have influenced who we are, but we are responsible for who we become.
I’ve learned that sometimes when my friends fight, I’m forced to choose sides even when I don’t want to.
I’ve learned that just because two people argue, it doesn’t mean they don’t love each other. And just because they don’t argue, it doesn’t mean they do.
I’ve learned that sometimes you have to put the individual ahead of their actions.
I’ve learned that we don’t have to change friends if we understand that friends change.
I’ve learned that you shouldn’t be so eager to find out a secret. It could change your life forever.
I’ve learned that two people can look at the exact same thing and see something totally different.
I’ve learned that no matter how you try to protect your children, they will eventually get hurt and you will hurt in the process.
I’ve learned that there are many ways of falling and staying in love.
I’ve learned that no matter the consequences, those who are honest with themselves get farther in life.
I’ve learned that no matter how many friends you have, if you are their pillar you will feel lonely and lost at the times you need them most.
I’ve learned that your life can be changed in a matter of hours by people who don’t even know you.
I’ve learned that even when you think you have no more to give, when a friend cries out to you, you will find the strength to help.
I’ve learned that writing, as well as talking, can ease emotional pains.
I’ve learned that the paradigm we live in is not all that is offered to us.
I’ve learned that credentials on the wall do not make you a decent human being.
I’ve learned that the people you care most about in life are taken from you too soon.
I’ve learned that although the word “love” can have many different meaning, it loses value when overly used.
I’ve learned that it’s hard to determine where to draw the line between being nice and not hurting people’s feelings and standing up for what you believe.
