Buona Lettura..
Monday, June 22, 2009
« Tout est Relatif… »
Tu dis grande d’une maison ; Cette maison est grande par rapport à une autre plus petite d’elle, mais petite par rapport à une maison plus grande ; De même pour les autres deux maisons (plus petite et plus grande). Cet exemple est peut-être simple quand on parle de choses plus internes dans les pensées de l’Homme.
Personne ne peut juger une autre personne seulement parce que ses pensées sont différentes. Tout est relatif ! Ce qui est mauvais ou illégale dans une société, peut être très juste dans une autre ; ce qui nous rend a la même expression : Tout est Relatif.
Même la mort est relative! Un jeune homme qui meurt par accident cause une tristesse plus grande dans le cœur de ses parents, qu’un vieil homme malade qui souffre depuis un temps. Ou bien quand une jeune fille tue un homme a cause de la haine, n’est pas la même chose que quand elle le tue parce qu’il a essaye de la violer. Pourtant, dans tous les cas, l’homme est mort! Mais relativement, ça change !
De là, ma vie est basée sur la relativité des choses… Je n’aime pas juger les gens ni leurs pensées (même si je le fais parfois !!) parce que je crois que chacun change continuellement. C’est vrai qu’il y a des choses qui ne doivent pas changer, ou qui sont vraiment des choses négatives, mais tout change par rapport a d’autres situations!
Tout est relatif…
Cynthia Ghanem
Tuesday, June 16, 2009
Proverbes..
"L’expérience c’est le nom que chacun donne à ses erreurs."
"Gémir sur un malheur passé, c’est le plus sûr moyen d’en attirer un autre."
"Se venger, c’est se mettre au niveau de l’ennemi ; Pardonner, c’est le dépasser."
Friday, June 12, 2009
Communication!!
Thursday, June 11, 2009
ART... The way I see it...
"What is ART? A question that we ask in our everyday’s life, because of the variety of the aesthetic objects; can any new object be called art? Art is a self expression, but any self expression can be called art? Sure not!!
I doubt that art can be defined.. It’s a magical touch that one can add to anything he’s making to have a distinguish object. Thus, art is a way of communication, above time and space; it shows a way of thinking and expresses feelings.
I believe that to be an art object, that object must be interestingly different from others of its kind. When you have many objects from the same kind, (painting or sculpture, song or video clip, speech or written text, or any other object) that are the same, none of them can be called an art object. These objects should be rare to be distinguished.
Well, the desire of making something special is a characteristic of the artistic process. Living in a different way, knowing what you really want and how to have fun and courage, can be called the Art of Living for example; Wearing special clothes, being aware of what really fits you and have a different sense in wearing, can be called the Art of Clothing… and much more... But the point is that not every special thing is called art.
Everyone sees art in its own way, and has a specific opinion about it. But the art should be beautiful, even if it’s not so pretty, but it has to be originally created to be different. You must use imagination and beauty to create art; otherwise it might be cheap.
I’m not to judge what can be called art and what cannot, but this is my opinion, and I see that most of the aesthetic object nowadays are cheap, and are not real art; in the past, art was more sacred and more precious. I’m not generalizing, but art should be different, beautiful, expressive and special.
I repeat, this is how I think, and this is my way to see and define art; I don’t judge your opinions, and don’t oblige you to accept mine. You just have to respect it, and take into consideration… It’s because it’s hard to convince you that what I see art, is art, and vis-versa."
--Cynthia Ghanem--
Tuesday, June 9, 2009
Check them Out!!!
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Thursday, May 21, 2009
Thursday, May 14, 2009
Love & Ego
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Once upon a time there was an island, where all the feelings lived together. One day there was a storm in the sea and the island was about to get drowned. Every feeling was scared but LOVE made a boat to escape. Every feeling boarded the boat . Only 1 feeling was left..
LOVE got down to see who it was.. It was EGO!! LOVE tried and tried; but EGO wasn't moving, also the water was rising.
Every one asked LOVE to leave him and come in the boat. But LOVE was made to LOVE!! At last all the feelings escape and LOVE dies with EGO on the island.EGO always kills LOVE! So why don't we remove it from our FEELINGS, before starting our LOVE?? We get the ones we LOVE by loving them, and we leave the EGO to the ones who are not searching for LOVE!


