Mi se pare ca prea multi oameni confunda confortul cu fericirea. Fericirea n-are aproape nicio treaba cu confortul. As baga mana in foc ca oamenii care se simt cel mai confortabil sunt cei mai tristi. Singura lor fericire reala e faptul ca nu isi dau seama ca nu-s.
Am deschis calculatorul cu gandul sa scriu doar 4 randuri, cele de mai sus, doar ca scriindu-le mi-a venit in minte un citat din cartea lui Frankl despre care v-am mai scris. Reamintesc ca e o carte scrisa in mare parte intr-un lagar nazist. Si povesteste Frankl asa:
“I shall never forget how I was roused one night by the groans of a fellow prisoner who threw himself about in his sleep, obviously having a horrible nightmare. Since I had always been especially sorry for people who suffered from fearful dreams or deliria, I wanted to wake the poor man.
Suddenly I drew back the hand which was ready to shake him, frightened at the thing I was about to do. At that moment I became intensely conscious of the fact that no dream, no matter how horrible, could be as bad as the reality of the camp which surrounded us, and to which I was about to recall him.”
Atat.