Uneori e nevoie s\u0103 mai z\u0103bove\u0219ti pu\u021bin \u00een \u00eentuneric, s\u0103 te scarpini la ochi p\u00e2n\u0103 te ustur\u0103 genele \u0219i se desprind ca dorin\u021bele ne\u00eemplinite, \u0219i s\u0103-\u021bi faci curaj s\u0103 te mobilizezi spre ceea ce pare a fi lumin\u0103, dar \u021bi-e greu s\u0103 crezi c\u0103 \u0219i e.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Uneori, c\u00e2nd stai prea mult \u00een \u00eentuneric, pierzi capacitatea de a vedea \u00een afara lui \u0219i, apoi, u\u0219or-u\u0219or, credin\u021ba\u2026 c\u0103 mai e ceva \u00een afara lui. \u0218i \u00eencepe s\u0103 doar\u0103, te sim\u021bi singur, abandonat, pedepsit. Te \u00eentrebi de ce tu, de ce \u021bie. \u0218i vine un moment c\u00e2nd, dup\u0103 toate luptele care se dau \u00een\u0103untrul t\u0103u, dup\u0103 ce vezi cu ochii min\u021bii \u0219i ai sufletului toate lucrurile – pe care le-ai f\u0103cut gre\u0219it, pe care le-ai fi putut face mai bine – care ar putea fi cauza pedepsei tale de acum, te la\u0219i s\u0103 cazi. Obose\u0219ti. Nu mai po\u021bi lupta, nu mai ai energie. Vrei, \u00ee\u021bi dore\u0219ti, dar nu te mai ajut\u0103 nici corpul, nici sufletul, nici speran\u021ba. \u0218i te la\u0219i, te resemnezi cu g\u00e2ndul c\u0103 gata, asta a fost. P\u00e2n\u0103 aici. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u0218i a\u0219tep\u021bi s\u0103 se termine. \u00cenchizi ochii \u0219i a\u0219tep\u021bi sf\u00e2r\u0219itul \u0103la, cel de la cap\u0103tul luptei. \u00cel a\u0219tep\u021bi s\u0103 vin\u0103 \u00eencet, nedureros – c\u0103 la c\u00e2t a durut p\u00e2n\u0103 acum, ce ar putea s\u0103 mai doar\u0103? Nu mai are ce. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u0218i dup\u0103 ce te resemnezi, te preg\u0103te\u0219ti, respiri\u2026 atunci se \u00eent\u00e2mpl\u0103. Ceva te trage din str\u0103funduri. \u00ce\u021bi pompeaz\u0103 pieptul. \u00ce\u021bi tresare inima, ca \u0219i cum abia acum cunoa\u0219te, pentru prima dat\u0103, via\u021ba. Ca \u0219i cum s\u0103 ajungi pe fundul pr\u0103pastiei e ceea ce aprinde lumina din tine. Ca \u0219i cum \u00eentre omopla\u021bi ai avut ascuns, dintotdeauna, un fitil cu senzori de ad\u00e2ncime, care se aprinde singur c\u00e2nd ajungi la cap\u0103t. C\u0103 \u00eentunericul \u0103la cu care te tot lup\u021bi, pe care \u00eel renegi, e al t\u0103u\u2026 s\u0103 \u00eel accep\u021bi, s\u0103 \u00eel vezi, s\u0103 \u00eel atingi, s\u0103 \u00eei permi\u021bi s\u0103 fie. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u0218i c\u00e2nd te opre\u0219ti din lupt\u0103, atunci se \u00eent\u00e2mpl\u0103. Atunci \u00ee\u021bi trece firul vie\u021bii prin fa\u021ba ochilor, ca \u0219i cum ai muri. \u0218i-apoi ceva – tot din tine – te ridic\u0103. Ceva ce ai ignorat, ceva ce ai redus la t\u0103cere. Ceva ce a fost acolo tot timpul, dar nu l-ai v\u0103zut, pentru c\u0103 aveai m\u00e2inile ocupate cu s\u0103bii, urechile pline de zgomotul propriilor urlete de lupt\u0103, ochii a\u021binti\u021bi spre exterior. \u0218i c\u00e2nd ai atins cap\u0103tul, n-ai mai avut unde s\u0103 fugi. Te-ai atins. Te-ai v\u0103zut. Te-ai ajuns. Te-ai primit acas\u0103. \u0218i-apoi te ridici.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Poate d\u2019aia se \u0219i nume\u0219te \u00cen\u0103l\u021bare.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Uneori e nevoie s\u0103 mai z\u0103bove\u0219ti pu\u021bin \u00een \u00eentuneric, s\u0103 te scarpini la ochi p\u00e2n\u0103 te ustur\u0103 genele \u0219i se desprind ca dorin\u021bele ne\u00eemplinite, \u0219i s\u0103-\u021bi faci curaj s\u0103 te mobilizezi spre ceea ce pare a fi lumin\u0103, dar \u021bi-e greu s\u0103 crezi c\u0103 \u0219i e. Uneori, c\u00e2nd stai prea mult \u00een \u00eentuneric, pierzi capacitatea…<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":718,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_s2mail":"yes","_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":""},"categories":[4],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-717","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-confessions"],"aioseo_notices":[],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"https:\/\/eusuntdelia.ro\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/05\/matt-palmer-KjjpJC0J_P0-unsplash-scaled.jpg","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/eusuntdelia.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/717","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/eusuntdelia.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/eusuntdelia.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/eusuntdelia.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/eusuntdelia.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=717"}],"version-history":[{"count":5,"href":"https:\/\/eusuntdelia.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/717\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":732,"href":"https:\/\/eusuntdelia.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/717\/revisions\/732"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/eusuntdelia.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/media\/718"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/eusuntdelia.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=717"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/eusuntdelia.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=717"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/eusuntdelia.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=717"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}