Life, the biggest of all
miracles, often surprises us when we least expect it. It awakens mischievous
spirits in us, restless waves in our soul and the noblest weakness of our mind
called Love. And we sail across its calm seas until Eros has a hand in it and
takes us on his golden wings, with an arrow through our hearts, into the sky -
to powerful Aphrodite and her fragrant gardens, where pigeons play in the
shadows of roses in full bloom, where love speaks and reason is silent. Is love
really love if it's not deep and passionate, if it's not a foolish act and a
game - the one that can hurt us but that can also take us along the way of
complete happiness? Great love needs great players as well, those who are ready
to come to grips with every temptation that awaits them on that long way, the
players that are moderate in what they've found to be good, those who don't
muddy the spring which they drink water from, who can keep secrets, the players
that know when they should stop because even happiness gets tired if carries
someone on its back long. Only great players know how to get a kiss without
being left without it, they know how to play the game in which there will be no
distrust because they know that distrust is an axe in the tree of love. Love is
a game that needs patience - only those who can wait gradually get it all; a
game that needs courage - courage to see the world the way we want to; a game
that needs renunciation - we rarely think about what we have and almost always
of what we don't have. The magic of true love is in the fact that we don't know
it will end - those who think that love is temporary have never loved. Even if
we don't get what we want out of love, it can be a marvelous burst of happiness
- maybe some new challenge, maybe some new game because we always love more
something we win with effort. If in a game we follow love too much it will run
away; if we sometimes hide from it, even for a second, it will look for us. The
game of love will last for as long as there are waves at its sea and tenderness
on its shores; for as long as we remember with a smile on our face what should
have been endured, for as long as we don't know why we love, for as long as we
keep and protect love against everything, even against the truth that can kill
it. As we become aware of the true taste of water only in a desert, we become
aware of love only when we lose it. Are we worthy enough of a great and sincere
love so that we can allow ourselves to lose it because of our caprices? Is love
real if it doesn't forgive those who make mistakes out of fear not to make a
mistake? Is love only a game with no winner?
Love or a game,
author Suzana Stojanović, 04.07.2007.
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Život, najveće od svih čuda,
često nam priređuje iznenađenja onda kada to najmanje očekujemo. Probudi
nestašne duhove u nama, nemirne talase u našoj duši, najplemenitiju slabost
našeg uma zvanu Ljubav. I plovimo po njegovim mirnim morima sve dok Eros ne
umeša svoje prste i ponese nas ustreljene na svojim zlatnim krilima do neba, do
moćne Afrodite i njenih mirisnih vrtova gde se u senkama rascvetalih ruža igraju
golubovi, gde ljubav govori a razum ćuti. Da li je ljubav ljubav ako nije duboka
i strasna, ako nije ludost i igra - igra koja nas može povrediti ali i odvesti
na put potpune sreće? Velika ljubav traži isto tako velike igrače, spremne da se
uhvate u koštac sa svim iskušenjima koja ih čekaju na tom dugom putu, igrače
koji imaju meru u onome što su našli da je dobro, koji ne mute izvor iz kojeg
piju vodu, koji umeju da čuvaju tajne, igrače koji znaju kada treba da stanu,
jer i sreća se umori ako nekog dugo nosi na leđima. Samo veliki igrači znaju da
dobiju poljubac tako da ne ostanu bez njega, da igraju igru u kojoj neće biti
mesta nepoverenju jer znaju da je nepoverenje sekira na stablu ljubavi. Ljubav
je igra koja traži strpljenje - samo onima koji umeju da čekaju vremenom sve
dolazi; igra koja traži hrabrost - hrabrost da vidimo svet onako kako želimo;
igra koja traži odricanje - retko kada pomišljamo na ono što imamo, a gotovo
uvek na ono što nam nedostaje. Čarolija prave ljubavi je u tome što ne znamo da
će joj doći kraj - nikada nisu voleli oni koji misle da je ljubav prolazna. Čak
i kada u ljubavi ne dobijemo ono što želimo to može biti čudesan udarac sreće -
možda neki novi izazov, možda neka nova igra, jer uvek se više voli ono što se
osvoji sa naporom. Ako u igri previše sledimo ljubav ona će bežati, ako se
ponekad na trenutak sakrijemo od nje ona će nas tražiti. Ljubavna igra će da
traje dok ima talasa na njenom moru, dok ima nežnosti na njenim obalama, dok se
sa osmehom na licu sećamo onoga što je trebalo izdržati, dok ne znamo zašto
volimo, dok čuvamo i štitimo ljubav od svega pa čak i od istine koja može da je
ubije. Kao što se pravi ukus vode spoznaje tek u pustinji tako se i ljubav
spozna tek kad se izgubi. Da li smo dovoljno vredni velike i iskrene ljubavi da
možemo sebi da dozvolimo taj luksuz da je izgubimo zbog naših hirova? Da li je
ljubav prava ako ne oprosti onima koji greše iz straha da ne pogreše? Da li je
ljubav samo igra bez pobednika?
Ljubav ili igra, autor Suzana
Stojanović, 07.04.2007.
