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sa insemne oare ca acum cand crezi ca totul este distrus esti totusi pe drumul cel bun si chiar acum nu trebuie sa te lasi sau ... stai asa sentimentul ciudat persista dar totusi pare foarte cunoscut, sa fie oare cineva care de aici nu te mai poate ajuta dar iti vede tristetea din suflet si incearca sa ti-o aline?&lt;br /&gt;te intrebi...dintre cele doua ganduri care sa fie adevarate? daca este adevarat primul gand iti dai seama ca speranta ta nu a fost in zadar si ca ceea ce iti doresti din tot sufletul o sa primesti intr-un final, chiar daca mai ai de indurat si de asteptat.&lt;br /&gt;iti creste speranta dar imediat iti vine in minte al doilea gand. realizezi ca atata timp te-ai crezut singur dar de fapt nu ai fost niciodata. incepi sa realizezi tot mai multe. a fost cineva mereu langa tine care ti-a vegheat toti pasii, ai scapat din toate situatiile grele si ai trecut peste tot ca a fost acolo si ti-a luminat calea. mai realizezi ca tocmai ai deschis usa pe care nu ai deschis-o niciodata, ai deschis usa unui dulap de care aproape uitase-i si incepi sa-ti aduci aminte cum a fost atunci si ce te-a facut sa uiti de el. acum ca ai deschis incep sentimentele sa iasa, vin si intrebarile vin toate, sunt sentimentele cele mai grele si intrebarile alea fara raspuns care le-ai ascuns acum mult timp aici, credeai ca ai scapat de ele dar uite ca s-au intors.&lt;br /&gt;dar raza asta a parca ti-a mai adus ceva, ti-a adus si cateva raspunsuri. acum stii de ce s-a intamplat totul parca asa devreme. nu credeai ca o sa primesti vreun raspuns dar uite ca l-ai gasit, s-a intamplat asta pentru ca aici nu se mai putea continua misiunea lui. el trebuia sa te vegheze si nu putea sa faca asta de aici, putea sa faca asta doar de sus.&lt;br /&gt;acum realizez...era de multe ori sa cad, dar nu s-a intamplat asta niciodata, ma gandeam de fiecare data ca poate am avut noroc, ca am fost atent si m-am ferit, gaseam mereu explicatie dar nu m-am gandit niciodata ca poate sa fie altceva, poate era cineva acolo si el m-a ferit, el m-a tras de mana, el s-a asigurat ca nu am sa fiu rapus usor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nu m-am gandit niciodata ca ma poate salva altcineva, credeam ca doar eu ma pot salva dar uite ca mai exista, mai exista cineva de care eu am ales sa uit.&lt;br /&gt;nu am uitat am ales sa uit, am ales calea cea mai usoara dintre toate, am uitat ca si cum nu ar fi existat.&lt;br /&gt;ca si atunci cand alegi sa fugi de lucrul care iti este teama in loc sa te duci sa-l infrunti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eu uitasem de tot, am aruncat in graba totul in dulap am zavorat usa ca si cum inchideam acolo multi monstrii si am incercat sa merg mai departe. chiar daca mergeam mai departe cu o parte lipsa din mine mergeam. asta pana ieri cand mi-ai adus fara sa vrei aminte. tu ai crezut ca m-am suparat dar de fapt eu nu raspundeam ca eram prea ocupat sa fug, dupa o scurta vreme mi-am dat seama ca nu am de ce sa fug ca nu lucrul asta nu este rau, nu are cum sa fie rau cineva care iti vrea binele.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;inca o data m-ai ajutat sa realizez ceva important, de acum inainte cand am sa merg prin intuneric nu are sa-mi mai fie frica caci stiu ca nu sunt sigur, nu sunt singur nici aici si nici acolo, in ambele locuri sunt oameni care ma iubesc si nu o sa ma lase. m-am gandit de multe ori la lucrul asta dar niciodata nu l-am spus acum l-am spus si il cred si mai mult la fel de mult cum am sa cred de acum inainte in fiecare sansa pe care o sa o am chiar si in cele mai mici dintre ele...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2121156556412659951-4717751412086474797?l=pashavolk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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