Umeš li da se igraš?

“Hajde da se pretvaramo. Ovo je kao pravi auto, crveni je moj, plavi tvoj i onda…”
Nisam do kraja čula dečakov plan, mada par minuta kasnije sam videla da je uspeo jer se cela mala ekipa šestogodišnjaka ozbiljno zabavljala.

Nije bila samo zabava. Bilo je to pravo zadovoljstvo.
Videla sam dovoljno da imam odgovor na to šta čini to zadovoljstvo.

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Distorzija ljubavi

Ideali 𝒾 𝒾𝒹𝑒𝒶𝓁𝒾𝓏𝒶𝒸𝒾𝒿𝑒


Bliskost i ljubav potrebe su svakog čoveka. Neki su sa tom svojom potrebom u kontaktu, neki od nje beže.Čujem od klijenata različite rečenice kojima pravdaju bežanje. Od “Meni to jednostavno ne treba”, “Svi su oni isti, nema tu šta puno da se bira”, do viceva koliko muškaraca, odnosno žena treba jednoj osobi da bi ispunila ljubavne potrebe. Aludirajući da jedna nikako ne može biti dovoljna. Dobro, fina pošalica, no da vidimo šta je iza nje.

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Anesthesia – Denial mechanism

What you do not know and do not feel, you cannot change. One would say that some things around us are so obvious, that it is impossible not to see them. Still, it is possible. Abusing of the denial mechanism allows this. I say „abuse“ because, as with other mechanisms, each sometimes comes in handy. When reality becomes painful, psychological anesthesia is there to save and help us. Not to see and/or feel. Just like the physicalanesthesia. It helps us endure the inevitable and prepare for what is to come.

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A little hedonism handbook – Seize the life

Yet again, I have been complimented for being a real hedonist. For knowing how to enjoy life. And here I am, sitting down and asking myself if that really is the case. Being a hedonist – is it really a compliment. Do hedonists worry too, do they wonder, feel the pain..or do they just sit around and indulge themselves into some so-called pleasure. Do work and success go with pleasure then?

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Takva sam kakav sam

baš takva sam stvorena… Dok ostavljam radni deo dana za sobom u mislima mi se ugnjezdio Žak Prever. Sedi negde pored Sene i piše. Sliku prati ženski glas čitajući “Takva sam kakva sam” koju zamišljam da je pisao baš u tom trenutku, mazeći svoje kuče, okružen mirisom nikotina i ukusa tog crnog vina pored njega.

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