About politics

    I can't believe I'm writing about it... I guess I got to the point where I am more conscious that what's happening in the country's leadership affects my life more than I may think... 

    When I was adolescent I would often hear my dad yelling at some people they were communist... "What is he talking about...?", me rolling my eyes... Why should I have cared...? In love most of my time, it was the only thing that mattered... Now it seems like I got home after a long journey, put things in order, plunged in an armchair, and found time for politics. Let's see, what's going on, what do we have here...?

    So, there are these forces that constantly fight, apparently, their language is often twisted, and I am following an invizible ball from one to another. History was not exactly my favorite subject: after some nostalgic era with nice pottery, cave paintings, animal husbandry, some trades, and even wars that did not seem as dramatic in that very old and idyllic context, things degraded rapidly into a strife for power, so I lost interest accordingly. Therefore, I am quite weak at history, as well as economics (another subject that I've shunned from due to a repulsive reaction), so it's a daunting task to understand political games. 

    Moreover, I do not  fully trust anybody. I just want these people to not bother me too much, to let me do my thing, and I will not bother them. Perhaps I no longer live in the era of heroes. Yes, I learned in history about some heroes. At least now, in retrospect, perceived as heroes. Not sure about the same perception if living in their time...

    But... you know... me in my lounger, thinking... if I would be in the shoes of these politicians, could I please everybody...? Could I solve all problems...? Could I maintain my integrity in the midst of such forces...? I pity politicians in a way as they are the subjects of the most ferocious judgments and scrutiny...

    Good night!

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  1. David April 10, 2025 at 10:14 AM

    Eu ii compătimesc pentru ca au impresia ca ei fac istorie când de fapt Istoria ii face pe ei. Și ce e trist ca nu realizează ca devărata Istorie e făcută din micile gesturi de iubire. Restul e iluzie.

    Singurul om care a făcut istorie a fost Isus. Nu
    Ca Mesia, ci ca Om Istoric. Nimeni altul nu a mai schimbat istoria.

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    1. cara forestieriApril 10, 2025 at 5:41 PM

      Nu cred sa existe alta fiinta in afara de Isus prin care sa avem conceptul de sacrificiu din dragoste.
      Politicienii ar trebui sa fie niste servitori de fapt, servitori ai umanitatii. Dar rar ai sentimentul asta...

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