Singur sunt Roman, insa uniti suntem Romania!

Am scris mult despre nefericitul incident din seara de 30 octombrie, mi-am varsat oful, insa am decis sa nu imi exprim opinia chiar daca ma abtin cu mare greutate.

Vreau sa scriu extrem de putin si in felul acesta sa imi stabilesc locul intr-o anumita “tabara”. Aceste pareri au mai fost exprimate sub diverse forme, de-a lungul timpului, in articolele mele.

Atunci cand educatia si sanatatea sunt la pamant, atunci cand coruptia este “la ea acasa” si atunci cand incultura tine locul culturii ca fiind normalitate, atunci cand Divinitatea este folosita ca si control, atunci putem spune ca tara noastra este “pe moarte”.

Impreuna putem schimba ceva, singuri suntem ca niste frunze in bataia vantului (fie acesta estic sau vestic). Singur sunt Roman, insa uniti suntem Romania!

Daca am incepe sa ne schimbam noi, sa ii schimbam pe cei dragi noua si sa fim mai “umani”. Daca am incerca sa ne dezvoltam, daca am incerca sa fim mai uniti, atunci poate, doar poate, am fi mai fericiti chiar in tara in care ne-am nascut.

Doar daca … (si acum se potrivesc de minune versurile poeziei scriitorului englez Rudyard Kipling, “Daca”, “If” )

Voi posta varianta in engleza (pentru a ii pastra “farmecul” ) , preluare: Wikipedia.

“If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don’t deal in lies,
Or being hated, don’t give way to hating,
And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise:

If you can dream—and not make dreams your master;
If you can think—and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build ’em up with worn-out tools:

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breathe a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: “Hold on!”

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with Kings—nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it,
And—which is more—you’ll be a Man, my son.”

Cum ar fi fost Daca am fi fost Altfel? Cum ar fi Daca am fi Altfel de acum inainte? Cum ar fi Daca?