Moje drvo...

Day 1,562, 12:19 • Published in France Croatia • by Argrob
Muškarci su komplicirana stvorenja. Izuzetno su skloni od jednostavnog napraviti najkompliciraniju stvar na svijetu. Ženama se divim. Iako na prvi pogled nose teret zbunjenosti, u njihovim srcima je sve jasno.

Upravo ta stvar koju nosimo u srcu, muškarcima komplicira život. Opterečujemo, taj dragocjeni sat, stvarima kao što su ponos, nerazumjevanje, tvrdoglavost, sebičnost, ljubomora. Pa čak i u trenucima kada nam je sve jasno i kada nam ništa nebi trebalo zamagliti sreću.

Sukob, koji je sada već eskalirao, na relaciji Bugarska – EDEN – Turska, je tipično muško razumijevanje problema. EDEN sa svim svojim prijateljima i simpatizerima, nikada nije bio jači. Uspjeli smo skoro pa okončati ciklus ubiranja voća sa toga rajskog drveta. Nažalost, kako to inače u muškom svijetu bude, prvo smo unutar sebe pronašli sve one ružne karakteristike kojima smo skloni. Zatim smo dozvolili da one prevladaju, nadajući se da će nekako proći. Slušali smo samo one glasove koji su bili zloguki proroci i promakla nam je bitna stvar. Sada sam siguran, da svi suparnici uživaju i čekaju priliku da poruše načeto stablo do kraja.

Prošlost se ne može mjenjati. Svaki čin koji napravimo može nas udaljiti, i onda treba napraviti puno više koraka da se vratimo natrag. Ali isto tako samo nečinjenje otvara mogućnost gubitka.

Bez EDEN-a vjetar će otpuhati sve one koji su tražili sigurnost pod njegovom krošnjom. Ne radi manje brojnosti, ili učinjene štete protivniku, već radi toga što smo dozvolili da probleme rješava galama i usijane glave, raznorazna veta i ucjene. U suživotu nema veta, postoji samo kompromis. Ako ga ne možemo postići suživot nestaje. Tada ostajemo osuđeni na samoću. I kako god ona izgledala katkada dobra, ponudila nam samostalnost u odlukama, vrlo brzo ćemo poželiti povratak u kompromis. Samo u njemu možemo ostvariti sebe, a drugome dati.

Niti želim, niti mogu, itkome govoriti što treba i kako treba. Ja sam izabrao svoje prioritete. EDEN je moja ljubav, u mom je srcu, i sve ostalo tamo nema mjesta. Ostati ću uz njega usprkos svim lošim i dobrim stvarima. Kada nešto izaberemo, ne propitkujemo se jesmo li izabrali dobro. Ako imamo sumnje u vlastiti izbor, onda ni nismo izabrali, ostali smo pred vratima sa figom u đepu.

Da je EDENovo drvo bagrem, sada bi citirao Balaševića: „...Ne lomite mi bagrenje, bez njih će me vjetrovi oduvati. Pustite ih, moraju mi čuvati jednu tajnu zlatnu kao dukati: ne lomite mi bagrenje, pod njima sam je ljubio...“

Za moju Lavicu…

Argrob, za prijatelje Dida

(english version)

My tree...

Men are complicated creatures. They are very prone to turn a simple thing into the most complicated thing in the world. Women I admire. Although, at first glance, they carry the burden of confusion, in their hearts everything is clear.

It is precisely that thing we carry in our hearts that complicates the lives of men. We burden that precious clock with things like pride, lack of understanding, stubbornness, selfishness and jealousy. Even in times when everything is clear and nothing should cloud our happiness.

The conflict, that has already escalated, on the relation Bulgaria – EDEN – Turkey is a male outlook on problems. EDEN, with its friends and sympathizers, was never stronger then now. WE practically managed to end the cycle of fruit picking from that tree. Unfortunately, as it usually goes in a mans world, we immediately found in our selves all those ugly characteristics that we are so prone to. Then we let those things prevail, hoping they will somehow pass on their own. WE listened only to those voices that were foreseeing misfortune and we missed the important thing. Now I am certain that all of our rivals are enjoying and waiting for the opportunity to completely cut down the wounded tree.

Past cannot be changed. Our every action can take us apart, and then much more steps are needed to bring us back together. But doing nothing also opens the possibility of loosing.

Without EDEN the wind will blow away all those who sought refuge under its treetop. Not because of numerical inferiority, or the damage we can inflict on our opponents, but because we allowed our problems to be solved by shouting, hot heads, various vetoes and blackmails. In shared life there is no veto, only compromise. If we can't find that compromise, shared life disappears. Then we are condemned to loneliness. And how ever that loneliness may seem good at times, and that it gives us independence in making our decisions, we will very soon feel the need to return to the compromise. Only in it can we realize ourselves and give to others.

I neither want or can tell anyone what they should do and how. I chose my priorities. EDEN is my love, it is in my heart, and there's no room for others there. I will stick by it in spite of any bad or good things that might happen. When we chose something, we don't second guess our choice. If we doubt our own choice then we didn't really make one, we stayed in front of the door with our fingers crossed.

If the EDEN tree was a acacia, I would qoute Balasevic: „...Don't brake my acacias, without them the winds will blow me away. Let them be, they must hold one golden secret for me: don't brake the acacias, under them I kissed her....“

For my Lioness...

Argrob, for friends Dida