Iz perspektive smrti sve ostalo izgleda kao čista lakrdija.
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From a perspective of a death, everything else is just a mockery.
– Horhe Luis Borhes
Bole me sva tvoja čekanja na prozoru
i gledanja na sat
I sva naša neviđanja, isto tako
Važno mi je samo da znaš,
volela sam te neizmerno i tada
kao i sad
I ni jedna razdaljina
ne može to da promeni,
pa ni ova smrt što je napravi
Čekam tebe sada ja
na prozorima moje duše
i nikada vrata ne zatvaram
Sećanja kad navrate,
vrate na kratko sve naše uspomene,
i tugom i srećom me nahrane,
znam da mi ih ti šalješ
na krilima vihora
iz daleka…
Iz daleka…
A ja ti pesmom pozdrave uzvraćam,
ime tvoje dozivam,
kao ti moje što si nekad
Ako ste ikada potpuno iskreno i beskrajno, detinje, voleli nekoga ko više nije među živima, znate da ljubav ne umire smrću tela. Ta ljubav ostaje sa nama i u nama, rekla bih sve do naše smrti, ali nekako slutim da ta ljubav ostaje utkana u našu dušu i živi sa njom doveka.
Srećan je ko ume da voli – kako je to lepo rekao Hese, samo nije to laka sreća! Kada zaista volite nekoga, kao da nemate izbora, volite i sve njegove mane isto koliko i vrline, i volite i kada vas boli neki njegov postupak, čak i kada se taj neko ružno ponese prema vama (ne mislim ovde na bilo koju vrstu zlostavljanja! Tu nema LJ od ljubavi i tačka!). Ljubav tada i zaboli, ali to nas boli naša ljubav koja nosi i veliku odgovornost, jer mi imamo priliku da kroz tu ljubav porastemo, prihvatajući nesavršenost onoga koga volimo, prihvatamo i svoje slabosti i podižemo se na jedan novi nivo u odnosima sa svim ljudima koji su u našim životima. Ako uspemo da prođemo kroz tu bol, a zadržimo ljubav, uradili smo veliku stvar, jer smo tada dali krila toj ljubavi i biću koje volimo, da poleti do visina svoje duše.
Nema boljeg leka od razumevanja i praštanja, a bez ljubavi nema ničega. Smrt ne boli, smrt samo opominje, podučava, podseća da smo sada u ovom trenutku još živi i da imamo mogućnost da biramo kako ćemo živeti. Kada pogledam šta ljudi na samrti kažu o životu, zaključujem, ono što moja duša već zna, da život bez ljubavi prema sebi i ljubavi prema ljudima oko sebe, nema mnogo smisla. Ne morate imati muža ili decu, da biste živeli smisleno, volite to što imate, budite dobri prema sebi, svojim roditeljima, sestrama, braći, prijateljima, ako nemate ni njih, volite svoje komšije, svoje ljubimce, ljude koje srećete na ulici, prodavačice, ako vam je i to teško, volite svoja dela, svoj posao, uložite svu svoju ljubav u nešto što će se utkati u nečiju dušu i nastaviti da živi i kad vas više ne bude.
Za mene je samo ljubav smisao života, a koliko ćemo ljubavi imati u životu zavisi samo od nas. Da, ja sam srećna jer umem da volim, ali da mi je uvek lako, nije, nekada zaboravim da dam sebi malo te podrške i ljubavi, nekada uradim nešto što me razočara i zaboli, nekada čekam da mi je neko drugi pruži, samo to ne funkcioniše tako. Ako ne volimo sebe onom beskrajnom, detinjom ljubavlju sa početka priče, nećemo prepoznati ili nećemo ceniti ni ljubav koju nam drugi daju. I još nešto, ako ne negujemo ljubav prema sebi, nećemo imati dovoljno ljubavi kojom ćemo razumeti, podržavati i praštati onima koji našoj ljubavi/životu daju smisao.
P.S. Volim te
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All yours waiting at the window hurts me,
looking at the clock too
And all the time we didn’t spent together, as well
It is important to me for you to know just this,
I loved you indefinitely then
as I do now
And there is no distance
that can change this,
not even the one death had made
Now I wait for you
at the windows of my soul
and I never close the door
When memories burst in,
bringing back for a moment all our reminiscences,
filling me with sadness and with happiness,
I know you are sending them my way
on the whirlwind’s wings
from far away…
From far away…
And I salute you in return with this song,
and I shout out your name,
as you once shouted mine
If you had ever completely true and infinitely, childlike, loved someone who is no longer among living, you know that love does not die with the body. That love stays with us and within us until we die, I would say, but somehow I sense that this love stays woven into our soul and lives with it forever.
Happy is the one who can love – as beautifully said by Hesse, however, it is not easy luck! When you really love someone, as if you don’t have a choice, you love all his downsides as much as his virtues and you love him even if you are hurt by some of his actions, even when that someone has mistreated you (just to be clear, I do not talk here about any kind of abuse! Where there is abuse, there is no mention of love, period!). When that happens, love hurts, but what hurts is our own love that carries a big responsibility, because we have the opportunity to grow through this love, by accepting the imperfections of our loved one, we also accept our own weaknesses and we rise up to a new level of relationship with all the people in our lives. If we manage to pass through that pain and keep the love, we have done a great thing, because then we gave wings to that love and to that someone we love, so he can fly to the heights of his soul.
There is no better remedy than understanding and forgiving, and without love, there is nothing. Death does not hurt, death warns, teaches, reminds that we are now, at this moment still alive and that we have the possibility to choose how we are going to live. When I see what people at their deathbed are saying about life, I conclude – what my soul already knows, that life without love for the self and for the people around, has very little sense. You don’t have to have a husband or kids to have a meaningful life, you can love what you have, be good to yourself, your parents, sisters, brothers, friends, and if you don’t have any of those people, love your neighbors, your pets, people you meet on the street, a saleswoman, if that’s too hard for you, love your deeds, your work, invest all your love in something that will touch someone’s soul and continue to live even when you are gone.
To me, love is the only purpose of life, and how much love will we have in life depends solely on us. Yes, I am happy because I know how to love, however it does not come always easy, sometimes I forget to give to myself a bit of that support and love, sometimes I do something that disappoints and hurts me, at times I wait for someone to give me that love, only it doesn’t work that way. If we don’t love ourselves with that infinite, childlike love from the beginning of this story, we will never recognize or appreciate the love somebody else is giving to us. And one more thing, if we don’t cherish self-love, we will not have enough love to understand, support and forgive to those who give our love/life a purpose.
P.S. I love you
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