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<?xml-stylesheet type="text/xsl" media="screen" href="/~d/styles/atom10full.xsl"?><?xml-stylesheet type="text/css" media="screen" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~d/styles/itemcontent.css"?><feed xmlns="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearch/1.1/" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0" xmlns:feedburner="http://rssnamespace.org/feedburner/ext/1.0" gd:etag="W/&quot;DUINQ3wyfyp7ImA9WhRaFkk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5303095808135660433</id><updated>2012-02-19T02:33:12.297-08:00</updated><category term="zbor" /><category term="undeva" /><category term="Hasdeu" /><category term="vise" /><category term="decizii" /><category term="stiri" /><category term="candva" /><category term="poze" /><category term="poveste" /><category term="fericire" /><category term="dorian gray" /><category term="poezii" /><category term="mare" /><category term="frumusete" /><category term="jurnal" /><category term="politica" /><category term="2010" /><category term="despre iubire" /><category term="indragostita" /><category term="chirie" /><category term="ganduri de adolescenta" /><category term="primavara" /><category term="de pe net" /><category term="amintiri" /><category term="aprilie" /><category term="dorinte" /><category term="student" /><category term="fabula" /><category term="moarte" /><category term="foto" /><category term="camin" /><category term="fotomodel" /><category term="ganduri" /><category term="libertate" /><category term="actualitate" /><category term="putere" /><category term="dezavantaje" /><category term="creatie" /><category term="avantaje" /><category term="filme" /><category term="viata" /><category term="succes" /><category term="principii de viata" /><title>...Visez deci exist...</title><subtitle type="html">Un blog adresat celor care indraznesc sa viseze, sa creada in fortele proprii, sa urmeze calea de succes...cu vointa de a schimba ceva in tara asta.</subtitle><link rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://visezdeciexist.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://visezdeciexist.blogspot.com/" /><link rel="next" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5303095808135660433/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false&amp;v=2" /><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13023860203757237372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><generator version="7.00" uri="http://www.blogger.com">Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>130</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/blogspot/sXDo" /><feedburner:info uri="blogspot/sxdo" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUINQ307cCp7ImA9WhRaFkk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5303095808135660433.post-4770237504121740031</id><published>2012-02-19T01:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-19T02:33:12.308-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-02-19T02:33:12.308-08:00</app:edited><title>Dacă tot...</title><content type="html">O mână de nisip, şi e de ajuns.Dar când un bloc se ridică peste noapte, peste tine,atunci oare mai poţi respira? Oare te poţi ridica mai sus decât însuşi blocul de nisip? Mă sufoc şi nu mai ajung la capăt. Dacă drumul e aşa de anevoios cum e cerul? &lt;br /&gt; Din prăpastie m-am ridicat şi în prăpastie am ajuns.E atât de întuneric şi de frig aici, încât sunt una cu prăpastia. Parcă mi-e familiar locul,iar pereţii mă îmbraţişează.Mi-au simţit lipsa, de mult nu m-au mai atins. Acum îi mângâi dar inima mi-e pentru a doua oara ruptă.Doar bucăţele micuţe au mai rămas pe jos. Le zdrobesc cu călcâiul şi un rânjet apare pe faţa mea. Dacă tot nu mai am inimă de ce aş mai avea frică?&lt;br /&gt; Dacă nu mai am frică de ce aş mai plânge? Dacă nu mai plâng de ce aş mai "fi"?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5303095808135660433-4770237504121740031?l=visezdeciexist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Oj1IKx8Luawxn9ZfL54BkNvHlVc/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Oj1IKx8Luawxn9ZfL54BkNvHlVc/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/sXDo/~4/LgPVbt6YRaM" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://visezdeciexist.blogspot.com/feeds/1318941080622684534/comments/default" title="Postare comentarii" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5303095808135660433&amp;postID=1318941080622684534&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 comentarii" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5303095808135660433/posts/default/1318941080622684534?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5303095808135660433/posts/default/1318941080622684534?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/sXDo/~3/LgPVbt6YRaM/ritualscrisoare-catre-diavol.html" title="Ritual.Scrisoare către diavol" /><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13023860203757237372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://visezdeciexist.blogspot.com/2011/06/ritualscrisoare-catre-diavol.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEMNRHY-fip7ImA9WhZbFUo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5303095808135660433.post-7798095908508412536</id><published>2011-06-20T04:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-20T05:21:35.856-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-06-20T05:21:35.856-07:00</app:edited><title>Daca as fi o pasare</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bloguldinei.files.wordpress.com/2010/02/pasare11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 435px; height: 290px;" src="http://bloguldinei.files.wordpress.com/2010/02/pasare11.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Daca as fi o pasare....as zbura.Nu m-as opri nici cand picuri grei ar cadea pe aripile mele,nici cand fulgere m-ar urmari,sau cand vantul m-ar impinge,nici cand soarele m-ar arde,sau cand norii grei m-ar acoperi.As zbura de dimineata pana seara in inaltul cerului, iar noaptea as cobori incet,savurand tacerea. Nu mi-as urma suratele,nici parintii, nici copiii, as fi libera si singura. Si singuratea mea imi va umple dorul si dorinta de a face altceva. As vizita in fiecare zi alt loc, as admira bogatiile naturii si as contempla minunatiile realizate de oameni.&lt;br /&gt; Daca intr-o zi cineva m-ar inchide intr-o colivie, as suferi. Nu m-as mai hrani si inima mi s-ar rupe in bucatele. Agonia m-ar omori incet incet si intr-un final n-ar mai ramane nimic.&lt;br /&gt; Dar daca m-as naste intr-o colivie si dupa ani de zile poarta mi-ar fi deschisa as ramane pe loc.Mi-ar fi frica sa fac un pas fara ajutor.As avea nevoie de un imbold.Emotiile m-ar coplesi chiar daca neincrezatoare as aspira la cunoasterea necunoscutului....Si uite ca am fost aruncata in libertate. Din primul moment in care am gustat gustul libertatii viata mea a inceput.Pana in acel moment n-am trait,am avut impresia ca traiesc. Si am devenit o pasare care zboara tot mai sus,mai cade,se ridica,se mai loveste, se impiedica dar intr-un final isi ia zborul. O pasare pe care n-o mai leaga nimeni, pe care o gasesti dar n-o mai aduci inapoi in colivie. Uneori are tentative...vine sta putin,revine la starea primordiala si apoi zboara iarasi. Cu o viteza nemaintalnita, cu o dorinta arzatoare de a scapa. In colivie se imbolnaveste. Moare&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5303095808135660433-7798095908508412536?l=visezdeciexist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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In primul rand,organismul tau reactioneaza negativ la acesta,iar cel mai afectat este creierul.&lt;br /&gt; Iti scade puterea de concentrare,apar semne vizibile imediat,sau in timp:cearcane,riduri,ten palid,si ce e mai grav,imbatranesti mult mai repede.La fiecare,stresul se manifesteaza diferit.Unele persoana mananca in exces si se ingrasa,altele slabesc foarte mult,le scade pofta de mancare,sunt agitate,le este somn tot timpul..etc..&lt;br /&gt; O data ce ti-ai dat seama ca problemele te coplesesc,ca ai senzatia ca nu mai esti in stare de nimic,ca timpul fuge pe langa tine,ca te doare capul aparent fara motiv,inseamna ca stresul deja s-a instalat.&lt;br /&gt; Cel mai important remediu e exercitiul.Trebuie sa te obisnuiesti cu situatiile care iti genereaza o stare mai rea,si sa inveti sa le depasesti.Cu timpul tot mai multe responsabilitati vei avea,si daca psihic cedezi,vei ajunge o victima a sortii.&lt;br /&gt; Daca ti se pare ca un lucru atarna prea greu pe umerii tai,gandeste-te ca exista ceva si mai apasator.Daca crezi ca muncesti prea mult,aminteste-ti cat munceai cu cativa ani inainte.&lt;br /&gt; Apoi trebuie sa stim ca noi suntem o suma de contradictii si emotii,pe care trebuie sa le stapanim si sa le coordonam foarte bine.Nu lasa emotiile sa te domine.Daca relatia ta amoroasa nu merge prea bine,nu iti concentra toata energia pe chestia asta.Vei pierde foarte mult.Daca seful sau parintii te agaseaza,ignora si asculta,nu te baga in polemici interminabile.Vei ajunge doar sa iti faci rau si poate te vei alege si cu o concediere:P.&lt;br /&gt; Mai e o problema,cand nu ai incredere in tine.Toate actiunile tale vor fi lipsite de ratiune si vei indeparta lumea de langa tine,ceea ce te va face sa te consumi in interior.Gandeste pozitiv in legatura cu tine insuti,si ceilalti vor gandi la fel.&lt;br /&gt; Oamenii sunt de diferite temperamente.Cei melancolici sunt cei mai dezavantajati.Mereu isi creeaza o serie de ipoteze in minte in legatura cu orice,si analizeaza fiecare element pana la epuizare.Aceasta te consuma.Iti fura energia.Exerseaza sa nu mai fii influentat de gandire si de emotii foarte mult.&lt;br /&gt; Un alt factor de stres,cel mai important pot fi banii.In Romania majoritatea persoanele nu pot sa traiasca decent datorita lipsei acestora.Si e ceva normal.Ceea ce nu e normal,e importanta prea mare acordata lor.Incearca sa iti administrezi cat mai bine sursele financiare,nu consuma prea mult,si nu iti axa gandirea doar pe acest lucru.&lt;br /&gt; Atunci cand ai o problema,fii calm,gandeste-te la starea de fapt,analizeaz-o,scrie pe o hartie toate solutiile,fa o balanta cu dezavantaje si avantaje si vezi unde inclina balanta.Pe urma ia o hotarare.O data luata hotararea nu da inapoi.Niciodata.&lt;br /&gt; Si ca o concluzie,factorii de stres pot fi nenumarati.Daca stim sa trecem peste,sau sa prevenim stresul,am rezolvat o parte din problemele noastre.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5303095808135660433-8722752753880274294?l=visezdeciexist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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De cand esti mic,esti prelungirea parintilor tai.Ei decid pentru tine,pentru ca te considera prea nestiutor de a sti ce inclinatii ai,ce pasiuni,ce talente.Cei mai multi parinti chiar te vor convinge de faptul ca nu poti face ceea ce iti doresti,ca trebuie sa ceri sfatul altora si ...asa navigand in ceata,poate poate vei avea si tu un salar din care sa traiesti.Tu stii doar ca trebuie sa fii supus,sa muncesti pentru altii,si sa nu-i contrazici pe cei mai mari.Total gresit.&lt;br /&gt; La scoala,daca te gandesti ca ai scapat,te inseli.Invatatoarea,profesorul te vor indopa cu informatii si reguli dar nu te vor invata niciodata cum sa te descurci in viata reala.O sa stii atat de multa teorie dar nu-ti vor da un manual de instructiuni pentru acea teorie.Pe deasupra,iti vor implementa ideea ca esti mediocru,ca trebuie sa urmezi turma si ca exista putine sanse ca tu sa te afirmi.Nici nu cred ca ar dori asta,din moment ce ei si-au ratat viata majoritatea dintre ei...&lt;br /&gt; In liceu niciun profesor nu te ajuta sa afli ce iti place,daca ai putea face perfomanta intr-un anumit domeniu.Nu ii intereseaza viitorul tau,daca mergi pe un drum in care cel mult poti fi mediocru,sau te indrepti spre ceea ce te va face sa avansezi.&lt;br /&gt; Cand am zis ca vreau sa urmez Dreptul,pentru prima data in viata toata lumea a reactionat negativ.Nu am primit nici macar o incurajare.Pentru ei era o rebeliune din partea mea,avand in vedere ca toata viata am facut si am zis ca imi place ce le placea parintilor mei.Am urmat profilul de Biologie Chimie in liceu,dar nu aveam nicio tragere de inima sa citesc,mai ales sa invat ceva in domeniul acesta.Ar fi trebuit sa urmez Medicina din punctul celorlalti de vedere pentru ca e o meserie nobila,salar bun(nici macar satisfactia de salar mare n-o mai ai in Romania:)), si multe alte avantaje.&lt;br /&gt; Fiind singura din clasa care am zis ca vreau sa merg la Facultatea de Drept,toti m-au privit sceptici si cu neincredere.Niciunul nu m-a intrebat ce citesc,ce mi-ar place sa fac in viitor,dar au avut grija sa imi zica ca nu voi reusi niciodata.&lt;br /&gt; Am avut curaj sa imi urmez glasul interior,si chiar in ziua de azi,mai exista guri care sa zica in locul meu,ca nu voi putea face fatza..&lt;br /&gt; Lumea te vrea handicapat.&lt;br /&gt; Iar in privinta sentimentelor,sunt convinsa ca toti avem sentimente,dar fiecare le mascheaza.Daca toti ar fi naturali atunci totul ar merge de la sine.Nu ar trebui sa te prefaci cand esti trist,lumea nu te-ar judeca.Da,stiu ca noi spre deosebire de animale avem ratiune,dar mai avem ceva in plus:sentimente de toate felurile.&lt;br /&gt; Dar intr-o lume in care e nevoie sa fii artificial pentru ca altfel,lumea ar profita de tine,te-ar judeca sau te-ar santaja,nu ai cum sa nu minti,sa nu razi cand inima ti-e rupta in doua,sa nu fii trist cand nu ai nicio suparare.&lt;br /&gt; Imaginati-va urmatoarele situatii:un coleg iti spune ca a avut un esec si tu razi,o prietena te intreaba daca e grasa si tu ii zici:Da esti supraponderala,si multe alte exemple.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5303095808135660433-6539477124454199538?l=visezdeciexist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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