Domnule Iohannis, trebuie să câstigaţi alegerile! -trei avertismente pe ultima linie dreaptă-

Autor: Lidia Iach

     M-am hotărât să vă scriu mânată de un puternic sentiment de îngrijorare, care a început să sporească de dimineaţă. Nu, n-am visat că aţi pierdut alegerile. Am urmărit, însă un video postat pe pagina dumneavoastră de facebook, care m-a făcut să cred că aţi fost pus într-o corabie peste care suflă vântul naufragiului. Păreaţi destul de relaxat când vă asumaţi incapacitatea de a spune lucrurile frumos şi afirmaţia că sunteţi un om serios, părea menită să vă asigure suficientă greutate în faţa celor ce mânuiesc cuvintele cu mai multă îndemânare.

     Domnule Iohannis, sunt o susţinătoare a dumneavoastră şi, ca atâţia alţii, cred că sunteţi un om care încearcă să găsească echilibrul între vorbe şi fapte. Tot ca atâţia alţii, am fost gata să minimalizez şi să scuz unele dezavantaje cu care aţi pornit în această cursă electorală. Dar acum nu este un astfel de moment. Acum vreau să mă asigur că nu aţi uitat care este miza jocului. De aceea îmi permit să vă semnalez câteva lucruri pe care le consider importante.

1. Nu mai transmiteţi mesaje negative. Personal, cred că retorica este esenţială oricărui conducător. O ştiu cei din spatele dumneavoastră care nu v-au încurajat spre dezbaterile televizate. Au înţeles-o la timpul lor, un rege englez bâlbâit care şi-a căutat un profesor şi un conducător ca Moise care a cerut ajutorul fratelui său. Cred că puteţi să deveniţi un orator, poate unul strălucit, dar aceasta nu se va întâmpla până duminică. Acum pentru dumneavoastră este momentul în care arătaţi într-o direcţie şi luptaţi să învingeţi ezitarea şi nesiguranţa celor care ar dori să vă însoţească. Este momentul Wallace din Braveheart, momentul unui mesaj însufleţitor care poate să-i învioreze pe cei apatici şi să-i motiveze pe cei indecişi.

2. S-ar părea că românii sunt în căutarea normalităţii. Din păcate atunci când o întâlnesc n-o recunosc. Cred că aţi reuşit să deschideţi calea spre un dialog mai blând, ne-aţi arătat un mod mai elegant de a face politică fără ameninţări şi isterie. Dar nu vă opriţi aici. Nu aceasta este miza jocului. Normalitatea va pătrunde încet şi va începe să curgă prin venele cetăţenilor pe măsură ce filtrele de dezintoxicare vor fi limpezite. Acum însă, nu mai consideraţi ca o optiune să pierdeţi mai bine, decât să fiţi mârlan. Suntem hotărâţi să vă votăm pentru că nu sunteţi mârlan, dar vă votăm ca să câştigaţi.

3. Nu mai gravitaţi în jurul propriei persoane. Ieşiţi din perimetrul lui: acesta sunt eu şi aştept să mă luaţi aşa cum sunt. Sunteţi într-o luptă şi miza nu este cunoaşterea primarului Sibiului, nici măcar a omului care sunteţi, ci un vot care să vă încredinţeze preşidenţia României. Lupta dreaptă vă face cinste, dar nu de dragul luptă dreaptă că-i mai dreaptă.

     Sunteţi într-o luptă, pe care noi, cei care vă votăm, aşteptăm să o câştigaţi. Aceasta este miza jocului. Este ceea ce înţelege foarte bine contracandidatul dumneavoastră, de aceea se aruncă în luptă cu toata înverşunarea. Arătaţi-i că armele diferite pe care le folosiţi pot fi mai eficiente.

     Milioanele de simpatizanţi, admiratori, adoratori într-o continuă agitaţie pe toate reţelele accesibile cred că se poate. Aşteaptă să vadă că se poate. Sibiul arată că se poate.

     Aşteptăm să încheiaţi victorios o partidă în care aţi jucat frumos. Pentru că o înfrângere, fie ea chiar glorioasă, ne va rămâne de puţin folos.

Dream The Dream, Don’t Interrupt

It is a magnificent feeling, being on top of a mountain, knowing you have a place for you and you alone. It is the kind of feeling Edward experienced every day as he explored the forests, animals and fields of the little hill whose base housed the town he lived in. Just like a dragon knows every piece of treasure he owns, Edward knew every stone, path or tree that lived on the beautiful land of his.

That is, until one late October day, when, as he was observing the strange habitat of a rabbit and its family, he spotted a house not far away from the woods. The house certainly didn’t belong there, he never saw it there before. So then how did it get there? It was old, and surrounded by flowers Edward had never seen before. Not so far away, there was a little garden full of vegetables.

He headed towards the nearest window of the house to take a glimpse at what was inside. The view startled him, it was a magnificent room. Objects of all shapes and sizes filled it with their uniqueness, on a table there was an ancient Egyptian goblet sitting next to a radio and on the other side an old banjo was resting on a constellation map that covered the entire wall; but the books were the ones that caught Edward’s attention the most, they were on every table, chair or piece of furniture you could find.

“Hey you, what are you doing there?”.  Came a deep voice from the far corner of the room, it belonged to a man that seemed to be older than the house itself and everything inside of it. The man got up and started walking towards the door, he was very tall and skinny, his clothes were of no recognizable fashion, and his face was hidden behind a white beard and a pair of large, round glasses. It reminded Edward of some sort of wizard he used to read about in fairy tales, not the bad kind of wizard, but the good kind. The man opened the door and looked at the scared boy with his big blue eyes for a while.“What do you want?” Asked the man, this time in a nicer voice.

“I’m sorry sir, but I saw your house in this place where it doesn’t belong, so I was curious how it got here. ” The poor boy was so scared that he talked too fast and his voice was trembling.

“Alright, alright, I didn’t mean to scare you. Come inside, I’ll make you a hot tea to warm you up, it is very windy out here.”

Edward was happy the man invited him inside, maybe he would answer some of the questions he had. “Sir, if you don’t mind, I was wondering…” Explained Edward nervously as he was making himself comfortable on a couch.

“About how my house got here and about all the strange things inside of it? Everyone wonders about the same thing. It is a complicated story, but after all, you are more likely to believe me than those close minded grown ups. But first, what is your name little boy?”

“Of course, silly me, my name is Edward and I am 9 years old.”

“Nice to meet you Edward, my name is Arthur. You see Edward, I travel a lot, not like normal people do from one place to another, that too, but mostly I travel through time. I actually traveled so much I don’t even know how old I am anymore, and I don’t know where home is either.”

“But sir” interrupted Edward, “how can you travel through time?”

“It is magic my friend. Rare magic, that only very few people can control. I’m not one of them, but my brother was and he always liked to experiment his magic on me, so one day he told me about a new project he wanted to do. He’d try to make me go from country to country, from an era to another and learn as much of their history and culture as I could, until one day, after a lot of studying, I’d be able to find the meaning of life.”

“And did you find what you wanted?”

“You’d be surprised to know how many different things I found, but yes in the end I managed to find what I wanted.” Arthur sighed as he let down his head. “But what is the point of knowing it, if you can’t live it?” The old man whispered to himself.

“Well, maybe if you share it with me, we could both live it.” Said Edward excitedly.

“I guess I can…”

“Edward!” screamed the teacher with an angry look on her face. “Have you been listening to anything I said so far?”

“No Mrs. Jacobs.” Murmured Edward shamefully.

“Well than what were you doing?” There was a short moment of silence in the class, as everyone was waiting for Edward’s reply. Then, he looked back up into the teachers eyes and said with a confident voice.

“I was about to find out the meaning of life, but you interrupted me.”

I am Who I Choose To Be

Hello everyone!:) I know I didn’t post anything on the blog in a while but I do have something for you now. Today at school we were supposed to write an I am poem and mine was quite good so I thought I’d share it with you guys. So sit back and enjoy.:)

I am Lorena,

I am the body of my soul

And the heart of my thoughts.

I live in the future

And act in the past.

No culture comprehends,

No words can describe,

The ideal I have created

In the universe of my mind.

I am freedom!

I am hope!

I am victory!

And I am honor!

I am Lorena,

Because I choose to be me.

No longer!

Shall I pass through the caves,

Of scornful wolves

Of raging lions

Of shattered glass.

Because at last, I found peace;

At last, I found joy.

The peace and joy that is nothing else

But pure divinity.

In the depths of my spirit

In the depths of my soul

In the depths of my person

I can be free.

I am Lorena,

Because I choose to be me.

One Day I Woke Up in Narnia

Because day dreaming is my favorite sport, I’ve always liked to wonder what it would be like if I found myself in one of the books I read. Of course, I would always be the main character and the one that solved every single problem, but if I really would have waken up in Narnia, I surely would not be as brave as I’d like to. It took me a while to realize that “what I’d like to” had nothing to do with anything else but the applause I’d get at the end. After realizing this, I started searching for something that would indeed label me as courageous and I found that I don’t have to slay the dragons head to have my tale written in legends, I just have to stand for something I strongly believe in, and I believe in helping others.

Courage comes in many forms, but I feel that we sometimes tend to forget that it also comes in the form of helping others. It is not the easiest of braveries, nor is it the one that gives you the most acclamation but it definitely brings you honor. It also is one that you can practice no matter what your situation is. However, before you can start helping those around you, you must learn to love them. Love is another complicated subject, but I am convinced that these two, as hard to practice and understand as they may be, bring you the most joy and satisfaction.

We can all take part in a magnificant story even if it will not be written in a book and we don’t have to save any princess to be the hero of the tale. Therefore, let us live a life from which others can benefit, and from which we can find the happiness that our soul is craving for.

Hello World!

When you have an idea or a revelation, you also have the obligation to share it; it doesn’t matter how, it just matters that you do. The best way I can express my thoughts, convictions and opinions is through writing and that is why I created this blog. I hope that through my work I can help myself as much as others. A blog like this has the potential of creating a strong base for my writing skills and hopefully, it will show me what the public wants and what is the best way to satisfy them. Feel free to express your opinions and I wish you enjoy the reading.