Unde se opresc pasii

Imi place sa merg pe jos. Consider ca astfel pot desira orice incalcitura din mintea mea. Pot desfasura gandurile pe un drum si daca este un traseu nou ma ajuta sa nu fiu distrasa de lucruri sau locuri cunoscute. Altfel as incerca din sezut sa imi desfasor logica gandurilor. Nu se poate. Se pare ca pisica din mine simte nevoia sa desire tot sulul de ata colorata ca sa obtin raspunsurile dorite.
Dar viitorul pare a fi tot mai subordonat unor aplicatii dezvoltate chiar si pentru banala deplasare la magazin. E cumva comod, dar in acelasi timp devine sufocant sa stai dar in pozitie de sezut si sa astepti ca lucruri sa se intample. Nu era oare mai frumos cand visai sa iti poti cumpara un obiect? Nu era oare mai frumos sa te opresti din mers si sa descoperi intamplator acel obiect care te imbie sa il cumperi atunci din acea vitrina? Era mult mai plin de viata. Oamenii observau mai mult din mersul pasului decat apuca sa vada din scaunul masinii sau autobuzului. Metroul este ignorat caci din alergatura lui nu poti observa nici macar sobolanii din subteran.
Si cred ca acolo unde pasii se opresc e o destinatie, o bucurie, un drum definit. Mi se pare ca mersul acesta pe jos iti da libertatea pe care masina si statul in casa nu au cum sa ti-l dea nici macar in vacanta. Cumva nu suntem facuti sa stam pe loc sau sa fim captivi in inchisoarea propriilor noastre achizitii.
Alegerile ne pot ghida viata, iar pasii ne pot duce catre o tinta voita sau nu. Tinta este mult mai binefacatoare pentru psihicul nostru. Altfel ne complacem in sezutul nostru.

Woman in Her 30s

I received as a gift this book from a friend of mine when turning 30 and I decided to open it and start reading it once again.

The story is about a father who tries to worn his little girl about mistaking her infatuation with love over an older man, a colonel. The father is fairly concerned with his daughter's  desire to marry him for his position and the impression he makes on the little girl. And in spite of her father's advice she decides to marry him. And the rest of the story should be read to understand what Balzac was trying to say. 

The main idea I got was that in our early years we are looking for models, for men who can be up there on a pedestal and who can guide us in our lives. These are stories very well put together. The guy on the horse was a colonel who has lived most of his life as a career man. Now he was looking for a wife to stay home and wait for him. 

The modern woman I believe is a lot more sophisticated. She wants to have her career and her life to be guided by her rules. It is very hard for the modern woman with a career to make up her mind about who is suitable for her to stand by for the rest of her life. By the time she reaches that point in her career she is self sufficient and he only needs to come in and feel in a soul whole. And he needs to understand that coffee can be made or just drunk, but it doesn't make a difference at the end of the day who made it and who drunk it. It matters that there is someone there in the morning to share the coffee with. And it matters that his arms hold you and tell you "Good night!" at the end of the battle. Somehow, the 30 year old woman now-a-days is the colonel who needs a sure thing when arriving home.