Friday, February 13, 2009

God:1 - Me:0


HOPE is a belief in a positive outcome related to events and circumstances in one's life. Hope is the feeling that what is wanted can be had or that events will turn out for the best. To hope is to wish for something with the expectation of the wish being fulfilled, a key condition in unrequited love. Hopefulness is somewhat different from optimism in that hope is an emotional state, whereas optimism is a conclusion reached through a deliberate thought pattern that leads to a positive attitude.Hope is distinct from positive thinking, which refers to a therapeutic or systematic process used in psychology for reversing pessimism. The term false hope refers to a hope based entirely around a fantasy or an extremely unlikely outcome.

A WISH is a hope or desire for something. Fictionally, wishes can be used as plot devices. In folklore, opportunities for "making a wish" or for wishes to "come true" or "be granted" are themes that are sometimes used.

DISSAPOINTMENT is the feeling of dissatisfaction that follows the failure of expectations to manifest. Similar to regret, it differs in that the individual feeling regret focuses primarily on personal choices contributing to a poor outcome, while the individual feeling disappointment focuses on outcome. It is a source of psychological stress.The study of disappointment—its causes, impact and the degree to which individual decisions are motivated by a desire to avoid it—is a focus in the field of decision analysis,as disappointment is one of two primary emotions involved in decision-making.

Tuesday, February 10, 2009

Twenty-one years gone in a blink


Ori m-am impacat foarte bine cu ideea, ori nu mai realizez in ce m-am lasat sa cad. Ori am reached rock bottom si ma complac, ori m-am inecat in propria apatie. Zilele trec atat de al dracului de repede si atat de seci. Nu obtin nimic, nu invat nimic, nu descopar nimic, nu realizez nimic. Stau. Mai aprind o lumanare parfumata si desenez, ma mai uit la ea cum arde. Stau. Oftez si casc, ma gandesc departe, visez la soare. Stau. Ma ratacesc in plictiseala si in ganduri, incerc sa gasesc un colt al mintii in care sa am vreun lucru interesant, nedescoperit, neanalizat. Stau. Fac o baie lunga, ma uit pe geam si e seara deja. Stau. Imi fac un ceai, imi lipesc capul de perete si ma uit la tavan. Stau.

A mai trecut o zi,am mai imbatranit o ora...am 21 de ani....si in afara de asta...NIMIC.

Imi e atat de dor de simplitatea lucrurilor, de atitudinea nepasatoare pe care puteam sa o afisez si poate de faptul ca aveam un milion de scuze in spatele carora puteam sa ma ascund. Pe masura ce am crescut, privirile oamenilor au inceput sa aiba o istorie,ochii lor au inceput sa sa aiba secrete,sa aiba o adancime. Mintitul devine complicat, prefacutul evident. A devenit din ce in ce mai greu sa ai o relatie de orice fel cu o alta persoana. Cea mai mare frica a omului este frica de singuratate, frica de a nu fi observat sau de a fi uitat.