Life is a labyrinth we
must wriggle through, so many times lost and confused. The Sun is shining over
you in one moment and the storm turbulents over you in the other moment. Every
door will open only to those who believe and to those who keep going ahead and
never look back behind them. The nature's laws are so strange - the winners are
on one side, and defeated are on the other. Everyone is defeated only war and
draw is possible only in chess game. It is easy to let to be defeated but how to
find a tiny spark inside ourselves that leads us to victory. Where to go when
there is no path? On what do we rely, when there is nothing to rely upon? Where
to find a shelter if the winds blow from all directions? How to win if you are
your own path, rely and a shelter? We only have ourselves, and not deliberated
how much actually do we have. All our strength and belief is inside ourselves
and we will reach nowhere unless we start. The winner is one who can defeat
himself first, the one who has enough courage and strength to face himself, and
to make the first and the hardest step when no one expect it. The winner is the
one who can be born from the ashes, like Phoenix, even more stronger and wiser,
ready to confront with the storm and to shout: "Let me see what you can do,
because I can do that as well!" Only winner knows that route to victory is long
and hard, with lot of suffering and sadness... but he is also deliberated how
warm is that light waiting for him at the end of the tunnel, worth to fight and
live for. With tears in his eyes and wounds on his heart, winner rushes ahead
and never counts his steps and victories. Winner always carries deep inside
himself story of Daedalus and Icarus, and doesn't fly too high towards the Sun,
and too low towards the sea. Only the ones with big hearts win, the ones who
give hand to better one as well to fallen one, the one who can believe in
visions and who can hear impossible, the one who has enough courage to observe
existing coasts. Winner inside ourselves sleeps and awaits to be awaken by the
bells...Winner inside ourselves, author Suzana Stojanović, 09.09.2006.
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Život je lavirint kroz koji se moramo probijati, mnogo puta izgubljeni i zbunjeni. U jednom te trenu greje sunce, u drugom te bije bura. Vrata će se otvarati samo pred onima koji veruju i koji uvek idu napred, ne osvrćući se iza sebe. Čudni su zakoni prirode - na jednoj strani pobednici, na drugoj poraženi. Samo su u ratu svi poraženi i samo u šahu postoji remi. Najlakše je biti poražen, ali kako pronaći i najmanju iskru u nama koja će nas odvesti ka pobedi? Kuda krenuti kad nema puta? Na šta se osloniti kada nema oslonca? Gde pronaći sklonište kada sa svih strana duvaju vetrovi? Kako pobediti kada smo sami sebi put, oslonac i sklonište? Imamo samo sebe a nismo ni svesni koliko mnogo imamo. Sva naša snaga i vera je u nama i nikuda nećemo stići ako ne krenemo. Pobednik je onaj ko najpre pobedi sebe, onaj ko ima dovoljno hrabrosti i snage da se suoči sa samim sobom i da načini onaj prvi i najteži korak kada to niko ne očekuje. Pobednik je onaj ko se poput Feniksa rađa iz pepela još snažniji i mudriji, spreman da se suoči sa burom i da uzvikne: "Da vidim šta možes, jer to mogu i ja!" Samo pobednik zna da je put ka pobedi dug i težak, da je mnogo tuge i patnje na tom putu, ali isto tako zna koliko je topla ona svetlost koja ga čeka na kraju tunela i za koju vredi živeti i boriti se. Sa suzama u očima i ranama na srcu on neumorno ide dalje i nikada ne broji svoje korake i pobede. Pobednik uvek nosi u sebi priču o Dedalu i Ikaru i ne leti previše visoko prema Suncu i previše nisko prema moru. Pobeđuje samo onaj ko ima veliko srce, onaj ko pruža ruku i posrnulome i boljem od sebe, onaj ko veruje u vizije i čuje nemoguće, onaj ko ima hrabrosti da posmatra postojeće obale. Pobednik spava u nama i čeka zvona da ga bude...
Pobednik u nama, autor Suzana Stojanović, 09.09.2006.
