Andrei Roșca

The King is dead. Long live the King.

E remarcabil cat de mult iti poate fi influentata viata de doar cateva persoane. Simpla lor prezenta in apropierea ta te poate duce de la o potentiala mediocritate la o probabila excelenta, in doar cativa ani. Ma mai intreb uneori, cand imi amintesc, cati dintre noi am mai fi ceea ce suntem azi daca acele doua, trei, sau poate patru persoane nu ar fi existat, ori ar fi fost un pic mai altfel decat sunt.

Iar unii dintre ei, oamenii care au declansat in noi acea furtuna atat de necesara stralucirii, nici macar nu vor sti vreodata cat de mult din ceea ce suntem le datoram. Poate ca nici macar nu si-au propus sa faca asta. Tot ce au avut de facut a fost sa vada in noi o stralucire pe care noi simteam ca nu o avem.

Mi se pare din ce in ce mai pertinenta o observatie pe care parca Paler a facut-o intr-una dintre cartile lui, poate ca in joaca, asa cum obisnuiesc scriitorii sa mai faca uneori; sau poate ca nu. Toata viata ne straduim sa micsoram distanta dintre ceea ce suntem si ceea ce vad in noi oamenii care ne iubesc. Si cu cat distanta este mai mare, cu atat ne transformam mai mult in oameni.

Sigur ca destinatia, a fi om, e una catre care merita sa te indrepti zambind. Insa drumul catre acea destinatie e o furtuna ce dicteaza mentalitati, pasiuni, intensitatea cu care simtim ceea ce ni se intampla si, in general, lucrurile pe care le asociem cel mai mult cu ideea de a trai.

“In my third year at Oxford, however, I noticed that I seemed to be getting more clumsy, and I fell over once or twice for no apparent reason. But it was not until I was at Cambridge, in the following year, that my father noticed, and took me to the family doctor. He referred me to a specialist, and shortly after my 21st birthday, I went into hospital for tests. I was in for two weeks, during which I had a wide variety of tests. They took a muscle sample from my arm, stuck electrodes into me, and injected some radio opaque fluid into my spine, and watched it going up and down with x-rays, as they tilted the bed. After all that, they didn’t tell me what I had, except that it was not multiple sclerosis, and that I was an a-typical case. I gathered, however, that they expected it to continue to get worse, and that there was nothing they could do, except give me vitamins. I could see that they didn’t expect them to have much effect. I didn’t feel like asking for more details, because they were obviously bad.

The realisation that I had an incurable disease, that was likely to kill me in a few years, was a bit of a shock. How could something like that happen to me? Why should I be cut off like this? However, while I had been in hospital, I had seen a boy I vaguely knew die of leukaemia, in the bed opposite me. It had not been a pretty sight. Clearly there were people who were worse off than me. At least my condition didn’t make me feel sick. Whenever I feel inclined to be sorry for myself I remember that boy.”

Ati citit o poveste trista. Acum vedeti mai jos cum vorbeste un invingator si data viitoare cand sunteti suparati pe viata pe care o duceti, aduceti-va aminte de ce spune Hawking in finalul interviului.

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“Professor Hawking has twelve honorary degrees, was awarded the CBE in 1982, and was made a Companion of Honour in 1989. He is the recipient of many awards, medals and prizes and is a Fellow of The Royal Society and a Member of the US National Academy of Sciences. He has three children and one grandchild and was married twice.” [mai multe despre Stephen Hawking aici]

Cam la ce nivel de dezvoltare personala trebuie sa ajungi ca sa ai mentalitatea asta?