A fost o vreme in care oamneii visau, zambeau, isi doreau sa fie fericiti cu adevat.
Unde au disparut acele vremuri? Vremuri in care pur si simplu ne intalneam pe strazi, sau printr-un birt/cafenea ca sa stam sa conversam, sa radem si sa glumim, facand eventual misto de frizura atat de comuna pe care necunoscutii din jurul nostru o aveau.
Nu mai exista acele vremuri acuma. Oamenii se schimba, o data cu ei se schimba si lumea. Zambetele ce existau o data incet incet se transforma in expresii plictisite, iar glumele devin batjocuri usturatoare.
Oare chiar asta face trecerea timpului? Omoara zambetele? Raceste sufletele si plictiseste inima?
Refuz sa cred ca timpul este de vina, poate societatea, poate suntem chiar noi de vina, nefiind invatati cum sa ne maturizam, o luam pe cai gresite.
Eu unul prefer sa-mi pastrez copilaria pana in momentul in care consider eu ca am invatat cum sa ma maturizez cum trebuie, dupa standardele mele si a celor dragi mie, nu dupa niste standarde impuse de prieteni (care acuma sunt doar niste straini ascunsi dupa mastile de carnaval).
O seara placuta, va multumesc pentru atentie.
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There was a time when people dreamed, smiled, and wished to be truly happy.
Where did those times disappear? Times in which we would just meet on the street, or in some kind of bar/coffee shop and have conversations, laugh and joke, maybe mae fun of the common haircut of the strangers around us.
Those days don't exist anymore. People change, along with them so does the world. Smiles that once were slowly turn into bored expressions, and the jokes turn into hurtful insults.
I wonder, is what the passing of time really does? Kills smiles? Makes the soul cold and bores the heart?
I refuse to believe that time is to blame, maybe society, maybe we're to blame, not being taught how to grow up, we go astray.
I for one prefer to keep my childish way until the moment I think i have learned how to properly grow up, after my standards and of those dear to me, not after the standards set by friends (who now are nothing but strangers, hiding behind carnival masks).
A good evening, and thank you for the attention.
Nu mai exista acele vremuri acuma. Oamenii se schimba, o data cu ei se schimba si lumea. Zambetele ce existau o data incet incet se transforma in expresii plictisite, iar glumele devin batjocuri usturatoare.
Oare chiar asta face trecerea timpului? Omoara zambetele? Raceste sufletele si plictiseste inima?
Refuz sa cred ca timpul este de vina, poate societatea, poate suntem chiar noi de vina, nefiind invatati cum sa ne maturizam, o luam pe cai gresite.
Eu unul prefer sa-mi pastrez copilaria pana in momentul in care consider eu ca am invatat cum sa ma maturizez cum trebuie, dupa standardele mele si a celor dragi mie, nu dupa niste standarde impuse de prieteni (care acuma sunt doar niste straini ascunsi dupa mastile de carnaval).
O seara placuta, va multumesc pentru atentie.
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There was a time when people dreamed, smiled, and wished to be truly happy.
Where did those times disappear? Times in which we would just meet on the street, or in some kind of bar/coffee shop and have conversations, laugh and joke, maybe mae fun of the common haircut of the strangers around us.
Those days don't exist anymore. People change, along with them so does the world. Smiles that once were slowly turn into bored expressions, and the jokes turn into hurtful insults.
I wonder, is what the passing of time really does? Kills smiles? Makes the soul cold and bores the heart?
I refuse to believe that time is to blame, maybe society, maybe we're to blame, not being taught how to grow up, we go astray.
I for one prefer to keep my childish way until the moment I think i have learned how to properly grow up, after my standards and of those dear to me, not after the standards set by friends (who now are nothing but strangers, hiding behind carnival masks).
A good evening, and thank you for the attention.