The world as we knew it

I am now, more than I used to, looking around me, and I have this feeling that the world, as we used to know it, is coming to an end. A rough, yet unexpected ending. This pandemic context made me aware of one thing in particular, and this is our tendency to taking everything we’ve had until now for granted.  It is not the end in a biblical way, but rather the ending of a way of living, understanding what happens around us, and reevaluating the ways we cope with everything what happens around us daily. In times like this, the real challenge is to remain calm and sane when everything is shaking.

I see a lot of things happening around, people trying their best to manage this situation they have never experienced before. Some try to follow their old routine as much as they can Some are drowning in anxiety and confusion, being unable to adapt to the new way of doing things. If I can say something about this, it would be that this global issue has put every one of us in front of our friends from the closet. Because we’re only human, after all, and every crisis has the potential to bring up to the table the unsolved issues we’ve been successfully avoiding for so long.

It happened to me as well. I’ve been pushed to revisit and reconsider the way I’ve been placing myself on certain topics. One of them was my homeland. Coming from a small village surrounded by hills, I’ve always wanted to get out of here and never come back. Somehow, this whole thing caught me here, due to some things out of my control, and it took me a few days to understand that this was not a bad thing at all.

Even so, adjusting was hard, as I’ve seen, once again, that all my plans were blown away. This forced me to sit and ask myself Who were you before wanting to have it all at once? and everything became slightly more clear. I’ve seen that there are still things I can do, such as reading outside, in the sunlight. That there are still little joys left.  That slowing down for more than I’ve initially hoped I will have to will, eventually, help me know myself more.

I’ve understood that this is not some form of punishment, but a road meant to reconnect me with the pieces of the puzzle that I’ve lost in my rush. That I can have a taste of the things that used to make my childhood here, in the countryside, pretty. But it also made me aware of the fact that our ultimate survival tool remains gratitude.  It made me understand that I should be grateful for having enough space, living in the countryside, to move freely. That I still have my mother and cats around me. That there are still things to be done here, as the nature doesn’t really care about our whining.

I’ve begun to discover the old ways of doing the things, and that every ending has a little door left open. I understand that there are still little things that can be done, and that no bad shall last forever. Also, I’ve got to understand how important is the way we look at the things we live. Our perspective is a big part of what we’re actually living and what we understand from it.

Only by being grateful and trying to see more in-depth this brutal shift of our daily lives, we can get out of it sane. Because this is the perfect moment to look behind us. To see all the Mondays we didn’t do anything but ask Is it Friday already? and all the times we procrastinated just for the sake of it. Change is hard, is painful, is bringing up to surface all our well-hidden anxieties, but it is, at the same time, so necessary.

We need to get through all this process to finally understand how privileged we have been, and for how long. We have to change the way we live, work and dream so that we will be able to appreciate what used to be our taken for granted normality. We have to dream new dreams and discover new ways of making things work and, above all, we have to understand that slowing down is not a crime.

Because we’ve rushed for too long. We’ve been greedy and ungrateful for too long. And now we’re being forced to unlearn as much as we can these things. We are put in front of a whole new context, and this brings up to me an old phrase from a psychology handbook, saying that Intelligence is the individual’s capacity of adapting to new situations. This means, above anything else, to be able to let go. To reinvent our routines in ways that make life bearable. To keep from our old ways of doing things only the bits that were genuinely bringing us joy as they were also functional. And, last but not least, to relearn how to use technology to connect with the ones we care about, and not only for showing off our personas.

This, too, shall pass, but it doesn’t mean that the world will remain how we used to know it because it won’t. But it means that we have to learn how to be selective in a constructive way. It is the moment when we have to admit, to ourselves in the first place, that individualism won’t bring us any good in the nearby future. To rebuild our communities, to share more openly what brings us joy and what we feel that could be done better.

To spend more time doing things we love, even if it’s reading, listening to music, or calling our loved ones to chit-chat. Now is the later where we’ve stored all our projects, plans and dreams. We can either get intoxicated with fear and uncertainty or try to rip out pieces of what we’ve been postponing for so long and take everything step by step.

Yes, this is a hard time for all of us, and harder times are expected to come. But this is no excuse to let ourselves down once again or to allow ourselves to drown into anxiety and fear. We can do that, but we can, as well, start and accomplish everything we’ve been postponing for some undefined later. Not if we want to get out of this sane and mentally prepared for the good that is to come. Because, yes, things are bad, but this doesn’t mean that there’s nothing good to be expected.

So go and put some water to boil, have some tea, listen to some music. Maybe you will watch a movie, or read a book. You can call your best friend, or your mom, or that person you’re always saying that you’re going to catch up with, but you never do. Or maybe don’t do any of these, and just go to sleep. It doesn’t matter that much. What matters, instead, is how good you’re managing to hold up and stay collected, because now, more than ever, we can see how contagious our emotions are. So let’s just try and be our most responsible, patient, caring and rational selves, at least for a while. This might be the only way out from what tends to feel like a trap for most of us even if it is, ironically, only putting a mirror in front of who we are.

Despre drag!



Empatia reprezinta, conform definitiei, “Forma de cunoastere a altuia, in special a eului social sau a ceva, apropiata de intuitie, interpretarea eului altora dupa propriul nostru eu” (DN 1986). O definitie scurta, dar care enunta intr-un mod clar, lipsit de pretiozitati inutile, calitatea definitorie a omului ca fiinta superioara. O calitate ce trebuia cultivata, educata, insusita. Da, trebuia- pentru ca acum, in 2013, a devenit nici mai mult, nici mai putin decat un alt cuvant golit de sens.

Unii, o considera de-a dreptul un defect, un element negativ ce trebuie inlaturat cat mai repede cu putinta. “Auzi la el, empatie! Ce-mi tre’ mie sa fiu empatic cu cersetorul de la colt daca stiu ca iar raman cu burta goala?? Sa stea asa, ca el a vrut-o!” e replica auzita din ce in ce mai des, pe toate tonurile posibile, variind de la indignare la repulsie, la orice colt de strada. Ni se pare ca, daca dam dovada de empatie, dam dovada de slabiciune, iar slabiciunea ajunge sa ne coste traiul bun pe care ni-l dorim cu atata ardoare. Poate-i de vina educatia primita, intr-o lume dominata de paradigma lui “castigatorul ia totul”, sau poate ca, in goana spre mai bine am saracit nu neaparat material, cat sufleteste. Nu mai stim sa dam, sa primim, sa ne bucuram. Nu conteaza neaparat ce anume dai, doar fa-o! Un zambet, o vorba calda, o privire fugara, orice! Dar da din suflet, nu fiindca sistemul, comunitatea sau familia te invata ca “asa e bine”, “asa trebuie”, “asa se cade”, nu. Fa-o din spirit de solidaritate, din umanitate, caci, departe de a fi o buruiana, ceva ce trebuie starpit din natura omului, empatia este esenta si totodata radacina a tot ce-i bun, nobil si frumos in fiecare dintre noi.

    Am ajuns sa fim niste strigoi, perfect intregi anatomic vorbind, dar goi, cu desavarsire goi pe dinauntru, aidoma unui apartament parasit. Si-asa ne ducem, zi de zi, viata. Sau, in orice caz, surogatul anemic cu care-am inlocuit-o, incet dar sigur, pana si pe ea, Irepetabilul din fiecare. Nu, dragul meu cititor, slabiciunea nu sta in ascunderea emotiilor, in reprimarea lor agresiva, nascuta din teama c-ai putea gasi un om care sa nu-nteleaga sau, mai josnic de-atat, sa profite. Exteriorizeaza-te asa cum simti, departe de conventiile si tabuurile unei societati ce trage sa moara- plangi, razi, zambeste, complimenteaza, bucura-te. Fii liber sa fii viu, sa dai celor din jur ceea ce ti-ai fi dorit, poate, sa primesti in alte randuri de la ei, sa fii uman.

Ne lasam tot mai constransi de vremuri, de idei care nici macar nu sunt ale noastre, de mirajul unor experiente inaccesibile, de vieti traite frugal, fara un motiv plauzibil, doar fiindca..trebuie! Suntem caricaturile celor ce-am putea fi, portrete schimonosite de ura sau de absenta oricarui sentiment, niste biete creaturi din care a disparut, fara adresa, tot frumosul atat de cautat.  Avem crize de identitate si frustrari fiindca nu mai putem comunica cu cei ce ne-nconjoara, devenind niste animale carora libertatea de a-si exterioriza trairile ne-a fost nu doar luata, ci furata, nemailasandu-ne vreme nici macar sa observam ca ne lipseste, c-ar trebui sa o avem.

Asa ca plangi pe strada daca simti nevoia, daca stii si vezi ca nu mai poti sa duci. Nu-ti fie jena sa fii sincer cu tine, ca om, nu-ti fie teama sa fii om. Plangi daca vezi lucruri in fata carora nu poti ramane impietrit, razi daca gasesti macar cel mai mic motiv de bucurie si da lumii cu glas tare, increzator, toate gandurile bune pe care le ai.

   Poate c-a venit timpul sa reabilitam notiunile de “empatie”, “nobil”, “demn” sau “sinceritate”, sa intelegem ca demnitatea nu se naste din rigiditate si ca un caracter nobil, un om nobil, este cel care, la curent fiind cu efuziunile-i emotionale si le accepta si elibereaza, fara teama unor eventuale represalii. Hai sa redevenim ce-am fost candva, oameni. Oameni liberi, cu spirit de solidaritate, oameni frumosi, cu suflete vii si colorate. Macar atata mostenire sa lasam, ca amintire, celor ce ne vor urma. Caci ca natie, daca

n-ai un minim de emotie privitor la cei ce te-nconjoara..mori. Ramai blocat in noroi, fara posibilitatea unei iesiri, prada unei capcane careia, nevazandu-i toate fatetele, i-ai cedat. Fii sincer cu tine, cu ceilalti, cu cerul ce te-acopera. Fii liber. Simte, gandeste, imparte. Direct, nemijlocit, necenzurat, neinteresat. Doar fiindca simti atunci sa spui niste vorbe, sa faci o fapta, sa oferi un zambet.

  Asa, poate vom avea curajul sa speram intr-o lume mai buna, o lume din care strigoii ambulanti si lacomi vor disparea sau, macar, vor fi minoritari, izolati, o lume in care, cu toate complicatiile uzuale ale vietii, vei putea zambi sincer tuturor, fara sa te vada ca pe un nebun. Ce zici…incerci?