Once upon Hemingway said that happiness comes in different
shapes and who's the one to recognize it. The only secret is to find out what
makes you happy. There are small and great wishes in your life, small and great
dreams. Every dream becomes great dream and every wish becomes great wish if it
comes true. The only question is how to find happiness in labyrinth of life
because of many highroads and cross-roads? In the open sky, our guide will be
sun, in the open night, the stars will guide us but how to find your way in the
darkness without stars? Only you, silence and darkness. For some people it is
easier to find their ways in dark and silence. They see in the dark only what
they want to see and they hear clearly themselves heart beating and the
whispering of their wishes in silence. At the moment I write this, I'm trying to
remember the beginning of my way, but I can' t. The ways have no beginnings and
ends, they gather, they split, but everyone goes somewhere. Even when you come
to dead-end, you can allways turn back and you are again on the new way. I
remember my childhood and the morning by the window when I was thinking so long
why everybody go and rush somewhere? Where do they arrive? Why birds fly all the
time and where they fly? Why the rivers flow somewhere, why the roads follow
rivers? I remember my sweetest dream, when I didn't want to wake up. I had wings
and I was flying, so far, everywhere - left mountains and seas behind myself and
get back to them again. I hadn't felt my body, only happiness without limits.
I've dreamt again the same dream and one day I quit looking for my way. I found
out that my way is inside me, without marks, without direction, endless. My way
is my freedom. My happiness is my liberty. My way is my happiness. And I'll go
wherever I want. Perhaps to follow some bird if it's feathers have enough
colours, perhaps to follow some boat if the open sea is great enough, some train
if there are no tunnels. I'll go to follow my wishes and I know I'll be happy as
long as my way is inside me.
My way, author Suzana Stojanović, 08.11.2006.
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Hemingvej je jednom
prilikom rekao da je sreća nešto što dolazi u raznim oblicima a ko je taj ko će
je prepoznati. Tajna je u tome što samo treba otkriti šta vas čini srećnim. U
životu ne postoje male i velike želje, mali i veliki snovi. Svaki san je veliki
san ako se ostvari i svaka želja je velika želja ako se ispuni. Kako pronaći
sreću u lavirintu života gde je mnogo puteva, puteljka, raskrsnica? U vedrom
nebu upravljaćemo se prema suncu, u vedroj noći upravljaćemo se prema zvezdama,
a kako pronaći put u mraku kada nema zvezda? Samo mi, tišina i mrak. Neko lakše
pronađe svoj put u mraku i tišini. U mraku vidi ono sto želi da vidi, u tišini
jasno čuje otkucaje svoga srca i šapat svojih želja. Sada, dok ovo pišem,
pokušavam da se setim gde je početak mog puta ali bez uspeha. Putevi nemaju
početak i kraj, spajaju se, razdvajaju, svi vode nekuda. Čak i onda kada dođete
do ćorsokaka uvek možete da se okrenete i vratite i ponovo ste na nekom putu.
Sećam se svog detinjstva i jednog jutra kraj prozora kada sam dugo razmišljala
zašto svi ljudi nekuda idu i žure? Gde stignu? Zašto ptice stalno lete i kuda
lete? Zašto sve reke nekuda teku, zašto putevi prate reke? Sećam se svog
najlepšeg sna kada nisam htela da se budim. Imala sam krila i letela sam dugo,
svuda. Ostavljala sam za sobom planine i mora i opet im se vraćala. Nisam
osećala svoje telo, samo sam bila beskrajno srećna. Isti san sanjala sam ponovo
i jednoga dana prestala sam da tražim svoj put. Otkrila sam da je moj put u
meni, bez obeležja, bez pravca, bez kraja. Moj put je moja sloboda. Moja sreća
je moja sloboda. Moj put je moja sreća. I poći ću tamo gde želim - možda za
nekom pticom ako je dovoljno boja u njenom perju, možda za nekim brodom ako je
dovoljno velika pučina, možda za nekim vozom ako je malo tunela. Poći ću za
svojim željama i znam da ću uvek biti srećna dok je moj put u meni.
Moj
put, autor Suzana Stojanović, 11.08.2006.
