Scrierile mele despre viaţă: Black Morning

8/31/11

Black Morning

Cum oboseala mea a inceput sa se amplifice pe zi ce trece, desi nu am identificat cauza, am ales sa folosesc mai mult produsele arborelui de cacao si desigur...a celui de cafea.
Documentandu-ma bine inainte, am ales sa adaug modului meu de viata cafeaua tare si am inlocuit ciocolata traditionala cu cea neagra. Pe blogul unei tipe dragi, am citit un articol fain despre domeniul care ma intereseaza: http://cemananc.wordpress.com/2011/08/25/eat-chocolate-pray-for-chocolate-love-chocolate/

Asadar, azi de exemplu am topit putina ciocolata neagra si alaturi am asezat cativa miezi de nuca de anul acesta, irezistibili in aceasta combinatie. http://www.farmacia-verde.ro/2010/07/08/miezul-de-nuca-un-energizant-de-exceptie/

Cu o cana generoasa de cafea alaturi, incerc sa imi impun cumva energia de care am nevoie. In caz ca va luptati cu stresul sau oboseala, nu recomand bauturile energizante sau cele tip cola, care au mai multe efecte secundare decat credem.

Si pentru ca dimineata imi place sa ascult muzica acustica ce are in componenta naturaletea sunetului si nu un rock agresiv, propun o dimineata mai clara, cu mintea odihnita si cu mai multa ancorare in momentul prezent...

"If it doesn't come bursting out of you in spite of everything, don't do it. Unless it comes unasked out of your heart and your mind and your mouth and your gut, don't do it. If you have to sit for hours staring at your computer screen or hunched over your typewriter searching for words, don't do it. If you're doing it for money or fame, don't do it. If you're doing it because you want women in your bed, don't do it. If you have to sit there and rewrite it again and again, don't do it. If it's hard work just thinking about doing it, don't do it. If you're trying to write like somebody else, forget about it. If you have to wait for it to roar out of you, then wait patiently. If it never does roar out of you, do something else. If you first have to read it to your wife or your girlfriend or your boyfriend or your parents or to anybody at all, you're not ready. Don't be like so many writers, don't be like so many thousands of people who call themselves writers, don't be dull and boring and pretentious, don't be consumed with self-love. The libraries of the world have yawned themselves to sleep over your kind. Don't add to that. Don't do it. Unless it comes out of your soul like a rocket, unless being still would drive you to madness or suicide or murder, don't do it. Unless the sun inside you is burning your gut, don't do it. When it is truly time, and if you have been chosen, it will do it by itself and it will keep on doing it until you die or it dies in you. There is no other way. And there never was." - Charles Bukowski

“Sit down. Inhale. Exhale. The gun will wait. The lake will wait. The tall gall in the small seductive vial will wait will wait: will wait a week: will wait through April. You do not have to die this certain day. Death will abide, will pamper your postponement. I assure you death will wait. Death has a lot of time. Death can attend to you tomorrow. Or next week. Death is just down the street; is most obliging neighbor; can meet you any moment. You need not die today. Stay here–through pout or pain or peskyness. Stay here. See what the news is going to be tomorrow. Graves grow no green that you can use. Remember, green’s your color. You are Spring.”