Sjaj

Zagrlila sam ga, pridržavajući ga nežno. Gledali smo se u oči, njegove su se smešile nekim zvezdanim sjajem. Bile su to oči dečaka, koji zavisi od tuđe ljubavi, koji voli iskreno i ništa ne traži za uzvrat. Taj njegov pogled mi je davao snagu da se ne raspadnem, znajući da ga gubim dok ga je njegovo telo izdavalo. U tim rukama koje su me toliko puta nosile i dizale u nebo, nije više bilo snage, a „ moje brze noge što su nekad konja mogle stići, a sada su oslabile, jedva mogu na njih ići…“, kako je voleo da recituje. Znala sam da odlazi polako, na onaj neizbežni put, ali nisam to htela da priznam. Ipak je on bio tu za mene od mog prvog plača, 23 godine sam mu sedela u krilu, uz njega sam uvek bila dete, a sada sam morala da odrastem.

Naizgled to je bio jedan običan i, kako će se ispostaviti, poslednji susret jedne unuke i njenog voljenog dede. Samo, za mene je taj pogled kojim smo sve rekli, a da reč nismo izgovorili, bio poslednja podrška koju sam dobila od njega. Njegov sigurni zagrljaj sa “onoga sveta”. Spokoj, ljubav i prostodušnost tog pogleda su me umirivali i grejali moju dušu vraćajući sve lepe uspomene na detinjstvo i odrastanje uz njega. Taj naš susret bio je i ostao moje svetlo na kraju tunela tuge koja još ume da zaboli, skoro 20 godina kasnije, ali taj sjaj u oku… još uvek sija kao najsjajnija zvezda.

Tijana Stupljanin

Kuda vodi ovaj put? / Where does this road go?

“U životu postoje samo dva puta i oba vode na isto odredište, u smrt. Jedan od njih je put srca. Koji ćeš izabrati?”

Ne znam ko je autor ove pričice, to mi je možda promaklo. Za ovu mudrost čula sam od jedne divne, autentične žene Tamare Etera, pa ću evo ovde njoj dati kredit.

Toliko sam se često pitala o smislu života i u mladosti, možda više u metafizičkom smislu, ali i sada kada sam negde na sredini životnog puta i praktično. Kažem na sredini jer čini mi se da svi živimo sa tom nekom pretpostavkom da ćemo doživeti bar neki prosečni životni vek. Ali ko nam to garantuje? Prvo, ko mi garantuje prosečan životni vek? Drugo, čak i ako doživim duboku starost, da li to znači da sam živela više/kvalitetnije? Šta je merilo dobrog života, da li koliko sam dugo poživela ili koliko sam kvalitetno živela, a opet šta znači živeti kvalitetno?

Kada se zaista suočim sa ovom prvom ISTINOM, da ovaj život sigurno vodi u smrt i da ćemo svi jednom doći na kraj puta, da li mi ovo saznanje donosi mir ili nemir? Ako mi donosi nemir, znači da ne živim put srca. Ova DRUGA istina može biti čak i bolnija od prve, jer kod prve je naša odgovornost umanjena. Većina ljudi veruje da postoji sudnji dan za svaku dušu i ma šta radili u životu, kad taj dan dođe nema nazad. Ja, ipak, verujem da je slobodna volja ultimativni princip i da, nekada, i duša može da se predomisli i promeni tok svoje sudbine. Svakako, smrt neće niko od nas izbeći, samo je možemo posmatrati kao kraj ili kao novi početak…

Začkoljica sa slobodnom voljom je upravo ta da je sva odgovornost mog života u mojim rukama. Kada razmišljam o svom životnom putu i dalje se pitam, često oklevam, možda još uvek više sanjam život nego što ga živim? Često se setim ove mudrosti i pitam se, kada bi se moj život sada završio, za čim bih žalila? Ili, ako doživim starost pa se osvrnem na pređeni put, da li bih bila srećna i spokojna ili bih htela nešto da menjam? Svesna sam da ne živim svoj put srca svakog dana, ali sam zadovoljna i sa tim da se zahvaljujem i molim svakoga dana za vođstvo da ga ne gubim iz vida. Često mi se i pokaže da i neke sitne stvari koje radim naizgled stihijski, sa nekog aspekta životnog puta imaju svoje mesto i smisao.

Za mene u ovom sadašnjem trenutku (a šta drugo i posedujemo?) živeti kvalitetno znači usklađivati se sa svojom dušom što češće, osluškivati svoje srce i pratiti intuiciju, poštovati svoje telo, biti u ljubavi i zahvalnosti sa životnim okolnostima i naći način da podelim svoju autentičnost sa što više ljudi. Gde si ti SADA u svom životu?

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“There are only two paths in life and both lead to the same destination, to death. One of them is the path of the heart. Which will you choose?”

I don’t know who the author of this story is, I may have missed it. I heard about this wisdom from a wonderful, authentic woman, Tamara Etera, so I will give her the credit.

I have so often wondered about the meaning of life in my youth, perhaps more in the metaphysical sense, but also now that I am somewhere in the middle of my life also practically. I say in the middle because it seems to me that we all live with that assumption that we will experience at least some average life expectancy. But who guarantees us that? First, who guarantees me an average lifespan? Secondly, even if I live to be a very old age, does that mean that I have lived more/better? What is the measure of a good life, how long have I lived or how well have I lived, and again, what does it mean to live well?

When I really face this first TRUTH, that this life surely leads to a death and that we will all come to the end of the road one day, does this knowledge brings me peace or unrest? If it brings me restlessness, it means I am not living the path of the heart. This SECOND truth can be even more painful than the first one, because with the first one our responsibility is diminished. Most people believe that there is a judgment day for every soul and no matter what they do in life, when that day comes there is no going back. However, I believe that free will is the ultimate principle and that, sometimes, the soul can change its mind and change the course of its destiny. Of course, none of us will escape death, we can only look at it as the end or as a new beginning…

The catch with the free will is precisely that all the responsibility of my life is in my hands. When I think about my life path I still wonder, I often hesitate, maybe I still dream of life more than I live it? I often remember this wisdom and wonder, if my life would end now, what would I regret? Or, if I live to an old age and look back on the journey, would I be happy and calm or would I want to change something? I am aware that I do not live my way of the heart every day, but I am also pleased to thank and pray every day for guidance so that I do not lose a sight of it. It is often shown to me that some small things that I do seemingly spontaneously, from some aspect of my life path, have their place and meaning. For me in this present moment (and what else do we have?) to live well means to align with my soul as often as possible, listen to my heart and follow my intuition, respect my body, be in love and gratitude with the life’s circumstances and find a way to share my authenticity with as many people as possible. Where are you in your life NOW?

Tijana Stupljanin

Život ili smrt / Life or death

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