N\u00eb nj\u00eb bot\u00eb ku zhurma e jashtme shpesh na mbyt, ka momente kur na duhet t\u00eb kthehemi brenda vetes p\u00ebr t\u00eb gjetur qet\u00ebsin\u00eb. Jo sepse jeta b\u00ebhet m\u00eb e leht\u00eb, por sepse zgjedhim t\u2019i japim asaj nj\u00eb kuptim tjet\u00ebr. M\u00ebsimet e lashta t\u00eb stoicizmit, q\u00eb kan\u00eb mbijetuar shekujve, na kujtojn\u00eb se forca nuk \u00ebsht\u00eb t\u00eb kontrollosh gjith\u00e7ka q\u00eb ndodh rreth teje, por m\u00ebnyr\u00ebn si e p\u00ebrballon. Dhe pik\u00ebrisht aty fillon liria e v\u00ebrtet\u00eb.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Fjala e urt\u00eb thot\u00eb se lumturia e jet\u00ebs son\u00eb varet nga cil\u00ebsia e mendimeve. K\u00ebshtu shkruante Marco Aurelio, njeriu m\u00eb i fuqish\u00ebm i bot\u00ebs s\u00eb koh\u00ebs s\u00eb tij, i cili net\u00ebve nuk fliste si perandor, por si qenie njer\u00ebzore.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Stoicizmi, si\u00e7 e quanin filozof\u00ebt grek\u00eb, nuk \u00ebsht\u00eb arti p\u00ebr t\u00eb mos ndier emocione, por forca p\u00ebr t\u00eb mos u b\u00ebr\u00eb skllev\u00ebr t\u00eb tyre.
Nuk mund t\u00eb vendos\u00ebsh n\u00ebse fati do t\u00eb jet\u00eb i ashp\u00ebr, por mund t\u00eb vendos\u00ebsh q\u00eb ti vet\u00eb t\u00eb mos b\u00ebhesh i till\u00eb.
Nuk mund t\u00eb ndalosh shiun, por mund t\u00eb zgjedh\u00ebsh si t\u00eb ec\u00ebsh n\u00ebn t\u00eb.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Dhimbja vjen.
Humbja vjen.
Padrejt\u00ebsia vjen.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Por nuk ka r\u00ebnd\u00ebsi vet\u00ebm ajo q\u00eb ndodh, r\u00ebnd\u00ebsi ka kuptimi q\u00eb ti i jep. At\u00ebher\u00eb e kupton se liria e v\u00ebrtet\u00eb nuk \u00ebsht\u00eb kontrolli mbi bot\u00ebn, por mbi bot\u00ebn t\u00ebnde t\u00eb brendshme.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Ndoshta nuk mund t\u00eb sundosh kaosin p\u00ebrreth teje,
por gjithmon\u00eb mund t\u00eb sundosh mendimet e tua.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Dhe pik\u00ebrisht aty fshihet forca m\u00eb e madhe q\u00eb njeriu mund t\u00eb ket\u00eb:
aft\u00ebsia p\u00ebr t\u00eb shnd\u00ebrruar \u00e7do goditje n\u00eb nj\u00eb arsye p\u00ebr t\u2019u b\u00ebr\u00eb i pathyesh\u00ebm.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Nj\u00eb kujtes\u00eb e bukur p\u00ebr k\u00ebt\u00eb fundjav\u00eb: fuqia \u00ebsht\u00eb brenda nesh, mjafton ta d\u00ebgjojm\u00eb.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
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N\u00eb nj\u00eb bot\u00eb ku zhurma e jashtme shpesh na mbyt, ka momente kur na duhet t\u00eb kthehemi brenda vetes p\u00ebr t\u00eb gjetur qet\u00ebsin\u00eb. Jo sepse jeta b\u00ebhet m\u00eb e leht\u00eb, por sepse zgjedhim t\u2019i japim asaj nj\u00eb kuptim tjet\u00ebr. M\u00ebsimet e lashta t\u00eb stoicizmit, q\u00eb kan\u00eb mbijetuar shekujve, na kujtojn\u00eb se forca nuk \u00ebsht\u00eb t\u00eb […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":12584,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[6],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-12583","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","category-jeta"],"yoast_head":"\n