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Idaho: What Makes Love Last?

ASHLIN HORNE

When I left for Idaho one of the things I was seeking the answer to was, what makes love last? How do people make it stick?

I kept crashing headfirst into the reality that it isn’t years that produce success; it isn’t stability that creates longevity. Finding out these were not the answers started to blow my world apart. I always believed these were secret ingredients that my millennial generation couldn’t grasp with our microwaves and fast-food upbringing.

Waiting to board my plane to Boise, I met a man with a bright red backpack; his stories had me leaning in with awe.

“I got divorced a few years ago. It took some time to get my stuff together after that, but now I just travel all the time.”

His pain was visible. I asked him what he did before he got divorced, before seeing the rainforest, kayaking in Belize, or…

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Dijana Zmija-Heroj u službi kukavice

Čuvajte one koji vas drže na koncu-oni su vam najvažnije životne lekcije ali im se nikada ne predajte -nisu dovoljno hrabri da vas prihvate. Nisu vam ni prijatelji, samo obimno gradivo koje morate sami da savladate. Uvek ćete želeti da im priđete, i opećićete se bezbroj puta a oni će, posle spaljivanja vaše kože,uvek odmicati za toliko koraka koliko vi budete ka njima hitali. Nekad ćete poželeti većno da ih čekate ili dugo da se trudite.Nemojte.Nikada ih nikada nećete sustići jer heroj ne može stati u srce kukavice.
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Dijana Zmija-Letters

Remind someone how much you care. In the age of technology, writing a letter is an extremly way of showing that you care.
I grew with boxes and boxes full of letters, i have so many stamps i saved that i can not even count them. And this new era was coming but i was persistent to save all that a hand can write and send the traditional way. And i am glad i did, still have them, time can not erase them…And among the saddest parts of some corners of my life, i remember each and every hand written letter who gave me the beam of light to breath, to survive, to rise.
 
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Dijana Zmija-U trpljenju Sebe

Svi mi zapravo živimo u snu i podsvesno idealizujemo stvari, ljude i situacije.Zato smo puni predrasuda prema ljudima iako sebe ne analiziramo dovoljno često da shvatimo zašto je to tako. Zašto meni smeta ona tamo žena koja je obukla nešto što ja ne bih nikada? Zašto se ljutimo na osobu koja je raskinula svoju dugogodišnju vezu? Zašto smo kivni na one koji zarade više novca a mi ne možemo? Zašto nam smeta nečije nasmejano lice kad naše nije?…Zašto se bunimo uvek protiv onoga što je od nas drugačije?
Svi mi u svojoj glavi držimo konzervativnu ravnotežu između onoga kako smo vaspitani, čime su nas podsvesno ”zatrovali” naši roditelji, kultura, društvo, životno iskustvo. A plašimo se da upravo mi, pod tegom svega navedenog, ne napravimo baš te iste stvari koje za sada, u ovom trenutku,nisu ono što bismo bili mi.
Ali mi se menjamo,hteli to ili ne, shvatićete da u svakom momentu u našem životu postoji situacija koja nikad ne bi bila nešto što bismo za sebe odabrali, ali ćemo nekada možda baš to hteti.I drugi su upravo to, vrlo često nosioci jedne sasvim nove slobode,koju mi sada, možda ,zbog našeg načina života ili društvenog pritiska nismo u stanju sebi da dozvolimo pa umesto toga osipamo paljbu. Osuđujemo.Mrzimo.Komentarišemo. Brišemo iz sveta-poželjnih-stvari.
A zapravo trebamo otvoriti vrata i reći tom novom slobodnom duhu koji nam se obraća, da smo shvatili znak, i da je vreme za samosporazumevanje, samokritiku i promenu.
Ne beg, ignorisanje i zatvaranje i netrpeljivost.Jer tako gubimo bitku u trpljenju SEBE.
 
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Dijana Zmija-Wolf In A Man

I’d watch the dawn with my beloved wolf man, behind the all world’s pain and ego, behind the distance between hearts…I’d sit next to you,getting always an inch closer, to open that sadness you have hidden from the world, to give you wings again and make you free fromyour own self…Free to be the unconditional love you are…free to forever breathe in me.

Dijana Zmija -Communication error

Disconeccted, we held up almost no hope that we can possibly imagine each other as a real person.
When the electricity shouts down, when all the network dissapears. Are your feeling and ”wasted” time together , real? Or you begin to doubt even the reality itself…If you loose someone you have known without realistic chances of getting to know them?
Are people connecting to disconet their hearts from reality or they just try to play while they act like ther own selves?
Where is the limit to unlimmited versions of our stories we put online?
Is there anyone that could survive it and make it real?
 
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