I recall those young nights spent together
backhome, in a Europe blemished by communism, nights
spirited only by the never-ending debates about…
fundamental truths! We were so green and so sure that
we had all the answers! I can’t stop wondering
how true to yourselves you remained! You smile, Greg,
right? As if yesterday, there you are in my mind: a
huge pipe in your mouth, one eye lessened, watching
us disdainfully…”Hey, pals, there is no
need of complicated philosophies, and my heart is my
guidance!” And the quality of your choices determined
indeed the values of your life; you can face anything
and prevail; nothing is too much or too difficult for
you; you’ve taught us that perseverance is not
a long journey, but many short races, one after another.
Your secret? Your family, mostly that adorable baby
girl of yours, Ruxandra! Whenever I think at her, waves
of light inundate my heart! Maybe you would like to
show us your wings one fine night, sweet child…
Anca, my dearest wise friend, the longer I live the
more I admire your powerful attitude in front of life;
you are my woman of substance replica. I remember you
saying that we were unable to change the past, the inevitable,
or the way the people acted, but we could play the one
string we were given: the manner we approached things.
“25% is what happens to me and 75% is how I react
to it!”
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