Am observat ca daca contempli ceva atat de firesc incat sa uiti cateva momente de tine insuti, de ceea ce iti este, de ceea ce ti-a facut unul sau altul, de orice inchipuita problema mai mica sau mai mare, iti vine cate o intelegere. Si intelegerea e buna.....
De data asta mi s-a intamplat cu acvariul. Sunt incepatoare in acvaristica dar perseverez pentru ca, probabil, imi place sentimentul demiurgic al creatiei de lumi. De data asta am creat o lume mai mica. Adica am schimbat vasul cu unul mai mic. Si imi place mai mult. Cu ocazia asta am vazut ca vasele de acvariu sunt de.....sticla. Pai stai nu te apuca sa razi cu lacrimi ca nu poti sa citesti mai departe... Deci sunt de sticla ordinara. Dar toti care v-ati uitat intr-un acvariu ati vazut ca peretii vasului reflecta totul perfect, ca o oglinda. Habar n-am avut ca asta se intampla pentru ca vasul e plin cu apa. Cum scoti apa cum nu mai reflecta nimic. Daca va uitati si mai mult vedeti ca din diferite unghiuri "realitatea" din mica lume lichida e cu totul alta. Mai ales pozitia, dimensiunile si distantele dintre obiecte.
Am privit eu ceva timp la toate astea si m-am gandit ca e foarte dificil sa stii cum sa apuci ceva din acvariu daca habar n-ai unde e si cat e de mare.
Asa cred ca se intampla cand privim in interiorul unui om de langa noi. Vedem universului lui dar...din afara. Si nu numai ca e tare posibil sa ne inselam dar e chiar probabil. Oamenii de langa noi sunt misteriosi si e frumos sa-i acceptam astfel. Pot deveni transparenti dar atunci deja i-am "golit" de continut. Si unde mai este frumusetea? Mai bine sa plonjam in oceanele vietii lor si sa innotam cu delfinii, fara sa incercam sa-i descifram, ci doar acceptandu-i asa minunati cum sunt.
Forget relationships and learn how to relate.
RăspundețiȘtergereOnce you are in a relationship y...ou start taking each other for granted– that's what destroys all love affairs. The woman thinks she knows the man, the man thinks he knows the woman. Nobody knows either! It is impossible to know the other, the other remains a mystery. And to take the other for granted is insulting, disrespectful.
To think that you know your wife is very, very ungrateful. How can you know the woman? How can you know the man? They are processes, they are not things. The woman that you knew yesterday is not there today. So much water has gone down the Ganges; she is somebody else, totally different. Relate again, start again, don't take it for granted.
And the man that you slept with last night, look at his face again in the morning. He is no more the same person, so much has changed. So much, incalculably much has changed. That is the difference between a thing and a person. The furniture in the room is the same, but the man and the woman, they are no more the same. Explore again, start again. That's what I mean by relating.
Relating means you are always starting, you are continuously trying to become acquainted. Again and again, you are introducing yourself to each other. You are trying to see the many facets of the other's personality. You are trying to penetrate deeper and deeper into his realm of inner feelings, into the deep recesses of his being. You are trying to unravel a mystery which cannot be unraveled. That is the joy of love: the exploration of consciousness.
And if you relate, and don't reduce it to a relationship, then the other will become a mirror to you. Exploring him, unawares you will be exploring yourself too. Getting deeper into the other, knowing his feelings, his thoughts, his deeper stirrings, you will be knowing your own deeper stirrings too. Lovers become mirrors to each other, and then love becomes a meditation. Relationship is ugly, relating is beautiful.
Hence I say relate. By saying relate, I mean remain continuously on a honeymoon. Go on searching and seeking each other, finding new ways of loving each other, finding new ways of being with each other. And each person is such an infinite mystery, inexhaustible, unfathomable, that it is not possible that you can ever say, "I have known her," or, "I have known him." At the most you can say, "I have tried my best, but the mystery remains a mystery."
In fact the more you know, the more mysterious the other becomes. Then love is a constant adventure.
Osho
Si totusi cata munca pentru a vedea si a accepta frumusetea fireasca a celui de langa tine.
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Elena
munca pleoapelor care se ridica de pe ochi. tu ai facut-o. esti minunata. te imbratisez cu drag
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