19 iulie 2011

Sa invatam sa iertam ...

N-am sa te pot ierta niciodata!
Te-am iertat o data, de doua ori, dar cat sa te iert?!
Nu iert, ca nici altii nu m-au iertat pe mine!
Te iert, dar nu uit!
Popa iarta! Eu nu ma ocup cu asa ceva!
Te-as ierta, dar nu meriti!
Degeaba te iert, data viitoare vei face la fel!
Daca te iert ma vei lua de prost!
N-am sa mi-o pot ierta niciodata!

In unele momente ale vietii ne manifestam si asa...

Uneori o spunem cu voce tare, uneori doar o gandim (simtind ca nu am avea o imagine tocmai buna daca am si spune-o), iar cateodata suntem purtati, fara sa stim, de resentimente.

Ce vezi cu adevarat cand privesti un om manifestandu-se astfel: un om rau la suflet sau un om al carui suflet se simte rau?

8 iulie 2011

Nu critica!

Nu este necesar sa ii atentionezi pe ceilalti de greselile lor si cu atat mai putin sa ii corectezi.
 
Desigur ca este dificil sa tii pentru tine rezolvarea a ceva atunci cand crezi ca stii o cale mai buna. Dar incearca. Cu exceptia cazurilor in care siguranta sau viata cuiva depinde de sfaturile tale, incerca sa te abtii. Nici tu nu ai fi incantat/a ca cineva sa iti aduca la cunostinta ca ai gresit sau ca ai o abordare ineficienta. 

Asa ca ...  de ce sa le faci asta altora? Vezi cumva ca fiind datoria vietii tale sa te asiguri ca totul decurge in felul in care crezi tu ca ar trebui?


6 iulie 2011

Ce este cu adevarat important ...

Certurile nu te duc niciunde si "a avea dreptate" rareori te ajuta.
 
Ceea ce te face mai putenic si intelegator atunci cand exista neintelegeri, este iubirea. Poate ca suna simplist, dar este adevarat - si profund. Intreaba-te: "Ce vreau eu aici? Ce este cu adevarat important?".

Vezi daca poti vedea diferenta intre "a avea dreptate" si "a fi corect". Corectitudinea poate fi foarte folositoare si prin urmare, binevenita. "A avea dreptate" rareori este utila.

10 aprilie 2011

Buying time ...


Intr-o duminica insorita, vreau sa va impresionez. Povestioara ilustrata mai jos a fost inclusa in cartea lui Benseddik  “The fisherman and the businessman”.  Lectura placuta!

A man came home from work late again, tired and irritated, to find his 5-year-old son waiting for him at the door.
 
“Daddy, may I ask you a question?”
“Yeah, sure, what is it?” replied the man.
“Daddy, how much money do you make an hour?
“That’s none of your business! What makes you ask such a thing?” the man said angrily.
“I just want to know. Please tell me, how much do you make an hour?” pleaded the little boy.
“If you must know, I make $20.00 an hour.”
“Oh,” the little boy replied, head bowed. Looking up, he said, “Daddy, may I borrow $10.00 please?”

The father was furious. “If the only reason you wanted to know how much money I make is just so you can borrow some to buy a silly toy or some other nonsense, then you march yourself straight to your room and go to bed. I work long, hard hours everyday and don’t have time for such childish games.”
The little boy quietly went to his room and shut the door. The man sat down and started to get even madder about the little boy’s questioning. How dare he ask such questions only to get some money?
After an hour or so, the man had calmed down, and started to think he may have been a little hard on his son. Maybe there was something he really needed to buy with that $10.00, and he really didn’t ask for money very often. The man went to the door of the little boy’s room and opened the door.
 
“Are you asleep son?” he asked.
“No daddy, I’m awake,” replied the boy.
“I’ve been thinking, maybe I was too hard on you earlier,” said the man. “It’s been a long day and I took my aggravation out on you. Here’s that $10.00 you asked for.”
The little boy sat straight up, beaming. “Oh, thank you daddy!” he yelled. Then, reaching under his pillow, he pulled out some more crumpled up bills.
 
The man, seeing that the boy already had money, started to get angry again. The little boy slowly counted out his money, then looked up at the man.
“Why did you want more money if you already had some?” the father grumbled.
“Because I didn’t have enough, but now I do,” the little boy replied.
 
“Daddy, I have $20.00 now. Can I buy an hour of your time?”

 Ce parere aveti?

18 februarie 2011

Plecata fara adresa ...

De multe ori, privind in sufletul meu mi se pare ca stau in fata unei case cu obloanele trase si cu usile incuiate. O mana necunoscuta a scris pe o hartie in colt de piatra: plecata fara adresa ...

" Imi displace! "
" De ce? "
" Pentru ca nu-s de inaltimea lui/ei! " 

A raspuns vreodata cineva in felul acesta? ....