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Poslao: 11 Mar 2008 16:56
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Citat:By Vinita Dawra Nangia, India Times
If you are an intelligent people observer, you would have noticed two kinds of loners. Those who wear their loneliness comfortably. At ease with themselves, their gaze is steady and introspective. Friendly if someone approaches them, they aren’t unduly perturbed if left to their own devices.
Then there are those extremely uncomfortable with their loner status. They are awkward if someone talks to them, and more so when ignored. Bad social manners yes, but beyond that, you can figure these are lonely people who haven’t learnt to be comfortable with their aloneness.
Loneliness is not the same as aloneness. Being alone implies not having anybody with you; it’s a state of being. A person who is alone may or may not be lonely. You can be comfortable and positive with your aloneness, or you may choose to be negative about it, which is when it becomes loneliness—a state of mind.
Loneliness, in fact, doesn’t just strike those who are alone. It can strike you even when you are in the midst of a crowd. You don’t have to be alone to be lonely. Sitting amongst friends or even with family, you can sometimes feel a searing loneliness that is inexplicable.
Indeed loneliness can be an anathema, leading to depression and much heartburn, unless you have the capability or intellect to use it to rise to higher levels of consciousness. And yet, it is up to you where you allow it to lead you.
Loneliness is a strange feeling of detachment from those around you, where you float away from the situation and almost seem to be an outsider looking in.
There’s a strange yearning, a thirst for something you cannot figure out, something that evades your grasp and yet, tantalizingly beckons from not-so-far. This is an intellectual loneliness, which has teased seekers for ages.
Spiritual healers would have us believe that the intellectual yearning of a lonely person is actually a yearning for the Ultimate Truth. Dr Brian Weiss goes further and explains it as the yearning for soul mates we have been separated from and will meet again in this lifetime and other lives to come.
Spiritual or intellectual, perhaps it was this loneliness—a feeling of emptiness and isolation—that set Gautam Buddha on his path to enlightenment, this that exhorted Gandhi to begin his experiments with truth. This again that fired the pens of many creative writers and coloured the lives of many an artist. Loneliness and a yearning for friendship inspired a lot of Robert Browning’s work, the essays of Charles Lamb and many others. For centuries, great people have lurked in a lonely state, on the periphery of society.
The trick is in learning to graduate from loneliness to the love of solitude, much like Wordsworth does in The Daffodils, where the loneliness of “I wandered lonely as a cloud…” soon, with the sighting of the daffodils, and the poet’s imaginative response to them, turns to a blissful expression of solitude…
For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude
And solitude is a desirable state to be in. Distinct from loneliness, it has a certain healing quality. You can find solitude anywhere if you are seeking it. Loneliness is negative, it doesn’t give you solitude. But you can rise from one state to the other if instead of giving way to the negatives of loneliness, you choose to seek its resonant qualities, use it to your advantage by turning inwards. Turn within to an understanding of the self. As all great thinkers and poets have done forever.
Choosing an existence far removed from cacophony of life, almost all poets and artists have used Nature to help them create that resonance which transforms loneliness to a fulfilling solitude, be it Wordsworth’s Daffodils or Shakespeare’s Forest of Arden in As You Like It, where nature is alive and talks. An inner harmony, a balance that flows from within to without to embrace all around—creating a cosmos, a vibration in your aloneness.
You can also snap out of a lonely state of mind by throwing yourself into activities that get your creative juices flowing. Read, write, paint, cook, dance, sing, watch movies, listen to music. Do whatever you choose, with a passion that slakes intellectual thirst, and that passion would surely blow away the cobwebs of a lonely state.
So, whether you convert your state of aloneness to a depressing solitary, lonely state or to the bliss of solitude—the choice is yours.
http://infp.blogsome.com/2008/02/29/are-you-lonesome-tonight/
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Poslao: 11 Mar 2008 23:38
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U zoru sam se rastao sa mladim Indijcem,nakon što sam mu izmuzao nekoliko franaka,dovoljno da platim sobu.Šetajući prema Monparnasu odlučio sam da plutam s plimom i osekom,da se nimalo ne odupirem sudbini,bez obzira u kakvom mi se obliku prikaže.Ništa što mi se do sada dogodilo nije bilo dostatno da me uništi.Ništa nije bilo uništeno osim mojih iluzija.Ja sam ostao asm nedirnut.Svet je netaknut.Sztra će možda biti revolucija,kuga zemljotres;sutra možda neće ostati ni jedne jedine duše kojoj bi se čovek mogao obratiti tražeći samilost,pomoć,veru.Činilo mi se da se velika katastrofa već naslućivala i da ne mogu biti istinskije sam,nego što sam baš u ovom trenutku.Odlučio sam da se ničega ne držim,da ništa ne očekujem,i da od sada živim kao životinja,grabežljiva zver,gusar,pljačkaš. ........ Da li se jedan jedini elemenat ljudske prirode promenio,vitalno iz temelja promenio,u neprekidnom toku istorije?Čoveka je naprosto izdalo ono što on naziva boljim delom svoje prirode,i to je sve.Na krajnjim granicama svog duhovnog bića (samoća) čovek nalazi samoga sebe,ponovo golog poput divljaka.Kad nađe boga,ako ga nađe,već je oglodan do kostiju: kostur je.Čovek ponovo mora zarovati u život da bi našao mesa.Reč mora postati meso,duša za tim žeđa.Koju god mrvicu bude moje oko primetilo,baciću se na nju i proždrati je.Ako je najvažnija stvar živeti,onda ću živeti čak i ako budem morao da postanem ljudožder.Sve do sada pokušavao sam da spasim svoju dragocenu kožu,nastojao da sačuvam nekoliko komadića mesa koje mi kosti greje.Ali sa tim je svršeno.Dosegnuo sam granice izdržljivosti.Leđa su mi uza zid,ne mogu se dalje povlačiti.Što se istorije tiče,ja sam mrtav.Postoji li još nešto sa one strane,moraću skoknuti natrag.pronašao sam Boga,ali on je nedovoljan.Ja sam samo mrtav.Fizički sam živ.Moralno sam slobodan.Svet koji sam ostavio samo je menažerija.Zora sviće iznad novog sveta,sveta džungle po kojem lutaju mršave sablasti oštrih kandži.Ako sam hijena,onda sam mršava i gladna hijena: krećem da se udebljam.
-rakova obratnica-henri miler
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Poslao: 09 Apr 2008 18:22
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Citat:“The Invitation”
It doesn’t interest me what you do for a living. I want to know what you ache for and if you dare to dream of meeting your heart’s longing.
It doesn’t interest me how old you are. I want to know if you will risk looking like a fool for love, for your dream, for the adventure of being alive.
It doesn’t interest me what planets are squaring your moon. I want to know if you have touched the centre of your own sorrow, if you have been opened by life’s betrayals or have become shrivelled and closed from fear of further pain.
I want to know if you can sit with pain, mine or your own, without moving to hide it or fade it or fix it.
I want to know if you can be with joy, mine or your own, if you can dance with wildness and let the ecstasy fill you to the tips of your fingers and toes without cautioning us to be careful, be realistic, remember the limitations of being human.
It doesn’t interest me if the story you are telling me is true. I want to know if you can disappoint another to be true to yourself. If you can bear the accusation of betrayal and not betray your own soul. If you can be faithless and therefore trustworthy.
I want to know if you can see Beauty even when it is not pretty every day. And if you can source your own life from its presence.
I want to know if you can live with failure, yours and mine, and still stand at the edge of the lake and shout to the silver of the full moon, “Yes.”
It doesn’t interest me to know where you live or how much money you have. I want to know if you can get up after the night of grief and despair, weary and bruised to the bone, and do what needs to be done to feed the children.
It doesn’t interest me who you know, or how you came to be here. I want to know if you will stand in the centre of the fire with me and not shrink back.
It doesn’t interest me where or what or with whom you have studied. I want to know what sustains you from the inside when all else falls away.
I want to know if you can be alone with yourself and if you truly like the company you keep in the empty moments.
http://infp.blogsome.com/2008/04/07/the-invitation/
http://scavengerpan.deviantart.com/art/Invitation-44142147
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Poslao: 11 Apr 2008 23:50
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АКО
Ако можеш да видиш уништено дело свог живота
и без једне речи да га поново градиш
или без даха или протеста
поднесеш губитак онога што си дуго стицао
Ако можеш да будеш заљубљен али не луд од љубави
и ако можеш да будеш јак и да ипак останеш нежан
да не мрзиш оне који тебе мрзе и да се ипак бориш и браниш
Ако можеш да слушаш како твоје речи
изврћу неваљалци да раздраже глупаке
и да чујеш како луда уста о теби лажу
и да сам не кажеш ни једне лажи
Ако можеш да сачуваш достојанство и главу
ако можеш да будеш скроман иако си саветодавац краљева
ако можеш да волиш своје пријатеље као браћу
и да ти ниједан не буде све и свја
Ако знаш да размишљаш и да посматраш и упознаш
и да никада не постанеш скептик или рушилац
ако можеш да сањариш да ти сан не буде господар
да мислиш да не будеш само маштало
Ако можеш а будеш чврст али никад давитељ
ако можеш да будеш добар
ако можеш да будеш паметан
а да ниси чистунац ни ситничар
Ако мислиш да задобијеш победу после пораза
а да те две варке подједнако примиш
ако можеш да сачуваш храброст и главу
када је сви остали изгубе
Тада ће краљеви,богови,срећа и победа
бити заувек твоји послушни робови
и оно што више вреди него сви краљеви и сва слава
БИЋЕШ ЧОВЕК
песма проглашена за песму века-радјард киплинг
Dopuna: 11 Apr 2008 23:43
taj prostor je uvek tu
pre nego što dopru do nas
taj prostor
koji tako opušta
predah
kad se recimo
bacim na krevet
ne misleći ni o čemu
ili recimo
punim čašu vodom iz
slavine
ničim obuzet
taj
nežni čisti
prostor
vredan je
čitava stoleća
postojanja
recimo
kada
samo češkam vrat
gledajući kroz prozor u
golu granu
taj prostor
tu
pre nego što dopru do nas
garantuje
da
kada dopru
neće uzeti sve
nikad.
bukovski
Dopuna: 11 Apr 2008 23:50
te stvari
te stvari kojih se toliko držimo
nemaju ništa sa nama
a mi imamo sa njima
iz dosade ili iz straha ili zbog novca
ili iz maloumnosti
naš krug i naša sveća
postaju sve manji
toliko mali da to ne možemo podneti
bljujemo IDEJU
i gubimo CENTAR:
sve sam vosak bez fitilja
i vidimo imena
koja su nekad
značila mudrost
kao znake u napuštenim gradovima
i samo su grobovi stvarni
č.bukovski
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Poslao: 12 Apr 2008 00:03
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Friends Within The Darkness
I can remember starving in a
small room in a strange city
shades pulled down, listening to
classical music
I was young I was so young it hurt like a knife
inside
because there was no alternative except to hide as long
as possible--
not in self-pity but with dismay at my limited chance:
trying to connect.
the old composers -- Mozart, Bach, Beethoven,
Brahms were the only ones who spoke to me and
they were dead.
finally, starved and beaten, I had to go into
the streets to be interviewed for low-paying and
monotonous
jobs
by strange men behind desks
men without eyes men without faces
who would take away my hours
break them
piss on them.
now I work for the editors the readers the
critics
but still hang around and drink with
Mozart, Bach, Brahms and the
Bee
some buddies
some men
sometimes all we need to be able to continue alone
are the dead
rattling the walls
that close us in.
Charles Bukowski
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Poslao: 14 Apr 2008 11:56
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Plav Medved ::E jest i taj Charles bijo posebna budaletina, pa to ti je...
aha, ali vrlo posebna vrsta budaletine....ne biva se matori pokvarenjak samo ako tako nekom padne na pamet, potrebni su za to neki "preduslovi"....
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Poslao: 14 Apr 2008 12:07
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“Najteže je reći ono što je najbitnije. To su stvari kojih se stidimo, zato što ih reči obezvrede – reči sažmu stvari koje nam u glavi deluju bezgranične na mnogo manju veličinu kada se izgovore. Ali, tu ima mnogo više od toga, zar ne? Najvažnije stvari se nalaze preblizu mesta na kome je zakopano vaše skriveno srce, kao putokazi do blaga koje bi vaši neprijatelji voleli da ukradu. I možda otkrijete sebe i to otkrivanje vas može preskupo koštati i samo dovesti do toga da vas ljudi gledaju čudno, uopšte ne razumevajući to što ste rekli, ili ne uviđajući zašto je to bilo toliko bitno da skoro da ste zaplakali izgovarajući to. Čini mi se da je to najgore. Kada tajna ostaje zaključana ne po želji onoga koji bi je ispričao već iz nepostojanja onog ko bi je razmeo”. (Stiven King)
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