My Heart Restored - Inimă vindecată

      I have been racing against it since the day I was born, yet I have never defeated it. A concept invented to measure our existence—from the first cry to the final sigh—too long in longing, too short in embrace, too long in waiting, too short in pleasure. So visible on our faces, embedded deep within our limbs.    How should I rename it? A thief of experiences? A healer of despair? A ladder toward Divinity? A test of patience and surrender?    I can only pause its dizzying, threatening flow when I pray, when I hold my daughter in my arms, when I eat or make love, when I paint, when I breathe the scent of a rose and gaze at the sky.    A great devourer of hearts and thoughts, at times it feels utterly foreign—as if I were born too late, into an era too modern, too vulgar, superficial, and rushed; into a society focused solely on material things, basic needs, and frivolities.   A time machine, please! Or at least a supersonic rock...

    “Eating” — a great waste of time, in my view, until recently! I was never a foodie; I always ate the bare minimum, on the go, irritated by the fact that we are created with this need that must be satisfied repeatedly.      Worse still, people with strong appetites and plump bodies always seemed to me — in my own perception — weak-willed (what a paradox, right?), unable to restrain themselves no matter how much they had indulged just minutes before…      Food — this fuel, as necessary as it is difficult to manage in my life as a dreamy artist. Everything felt complicated: buying ingredients, cooking them, sitting at the table for at least half an hour… no wonder I so often ended up at self-service cafeterias or restaurants in the city centre, preferring to spend money rather than time.      “A car can’t run without fuel,” people used to tell me… I wasn’t listening. All I know is that over these past thirty yea...

      I didn’t even notice when I began to slide downward. It started quietly—with a single thought, a sigh, a small, unpleasant dream. And then, like a snowball rolling down a hill, the distance between me and… myself began to widen. Bit by bit, I stopped liking myself. I no longer recognised the person staring back at me in the mirror. I no longer accepted myself. I blamed myself, judged myself, and sank into a suffocating despair I could no longer contain. I couldn’t see it from the outside because I was trapped inside it—right in the eye of a vast avalanche.          Throughout 2025, I repeated to myself—over and over, with conviction, frustration, anger, and despair (yes, despair is exactly the word)—that I was ugly, useless, insufficient: not enough for my parents, my daughter, my partner, or the world around me. That repetition became so relentless that my own mind began to conspire against me, pushing me toward the edge.    ...

            Imagine this: a rehearsal session at the theatre. At one point, I tell my fellow actors and the director that I need to leave to pick up my little girl from school—twenty minutes in total. What followed was a series of reproaches, accusations, warnings, and completely inappropriate remarks. I left anyway. My daughter has always been the priority.      Only recently did I understand something essential: neither my colleagues in that production, nor the director, nor even the head of the theatre had children. How simple, right? It’s all about perspective. How sad it must be for them not to be able to hold a mother’s love within a rehearsal schedule. And how freeing it was for me to understand where all those reactions came from and to stop feeling guilty, to stop trying to explain a bond as powerful as the one between a mother and her child. What would you have chosen? ************************************** Imaginează-ți următo...

     Heaven and hell exist here and now, within you. You can choose Peace, Love, Tolerance, and Generosity… or you can choose fear, envy, hatred, and judgment.       Your choice shapes your life—your joy or your suffering—both in this moment and after the death of your body. Which choice are you making today, and how does it show in your life?  ******************************************      Ra iul și Iadul există aici și acum, în tine. Poți alege Pace, Iubire, Toleranță și Generozitate… sau poți alege frică, invidie, ură și judecata altora.                  Alegerea ta îți modelează viața—bucuria sau suferința ta—atât în acest moment, cât și după moartea trupului tău.      Ce alegere faci astăzi și cum se reflectă ea în viața ta?

             I tried to gently tell my friend not to judge others, explaining how it drains time and energy and brings a burden that pulls her away from what truly matters in her own life. And yet… I caught myself doing exactly what I told her to avoid — judging her for judging others. It’s a humbling reminder: each of us carries our own journey and is only responsible for our own.              How often do you catch yourself judging others, and how could you let more compassion guide you instead of criticism? **********************************************************************************     Am încercat să-i spun prietenei mele cu blândețe să nu judece pe alții, explicându-i cum consumă timp și energie și aduce o povară care o îndepărtează de ceea ce contează cu adevărat în propria ei viață.    Și totuși… m-am surprins făcând exact ceea ce i-am spus să evite — judecând-o pe ea pentru că ju...