*ROCK&;MUSIC-- Način na koji Bog gleda na glazbu

ONO STO ME NIJE SLOMILO NIE NIJ ME NI UBILO /*/*/*/MOJA KOLUMNA---L/Z/*/*/😘😘😘 Ono što me nije ubilo Svi imamo jednu ladicu svijesti koja se zove Ono što me nije ubilo. Otvara se rijetko, nekad, najbolje nikad.Najčešće je otvorimo samo zato da u nju pospremimo neko ime, događaj, osjećaj. Otvorim, ubacim, zatvorim, progutam knedlu, nastavim dalje.Koštalo me svako moje Ono Što me nije ubilo. Bilo je poučno, ali, često i prilično skupo. Ostavilo je ožiljke, traume, bol, ljutnju, frustraciju, tugu, gorak okus…i nije bilo lako za preboljeti. I ako ćemo iskreno-nešto od tih mojih Ono što me nije ubilo nije mi ni trebalo, samo to tad nisam znala. Za neke nisam ni mogla birati, neki mi sad i ne izgledaju tako strašno. Jer kad je prošlo vrijeme i ja došla k sebi, našla sam dobro u lošem.Svako moje Ono što me nije ubilo me gradilo. Učilo životu i življenju bolje i kvalitetnije od mnogih sretnih i dobrih iskustava.Naučilo me da cijenim ono što imam, da prije postupka sagledam moguće posljedice, da sve ima svoj rok trajanja…Naučilo me da se trebam oslanjati na sebe, a ne na ljude, okolnosti, sudbinu i da su bol, tuga, ljutnja, frustracija i slični osjećaji sastavni dio koktela života, da ih je nemoguće izbjeći, ali da je moguće naučiti se nositi s njima. Naučilo me da su neke stvari, trenutci i ljudi vrijedni težine koju su sa sobom donijeli. I da su neki gubitci ustvari dobitci i obrnuto. Naučilo me da nisam savršena, ni najbolja, ni najjača, ni nepogrešiva, da sam satkana od mnogih slabosti, ali da to ne znači da nisam dobra, jaka, posebna i satkana od mnogih vrlina. Naučilo me da je najteže prihvatiti sebe, pobijediti sebe i oprostiti sebi, a kad to uspiješ stižeš na poseban level dobrog osjećaja u svojoj koži (još nisam, ali na dobrom sam putu, još malo, još koji korak…). Naučilo me da život nije savršen, da svijet nije savršen, da ljudi nisu savršeni, da ja nisam savršena. Da poslije pada više cijenim let. Da gorak okus neuspjeha dodaje med u opojni okus uspjeha.Ono što me nije ubilo vrijedilo je.Naučilo me da cijenim sva svoja iskustva, da se nasmijem u lice svakom porazu i nastavim dalje, da nazdravim životu i svojoj nesavršenosti i sigurnim korakom krenem u svoja nova svitanja. iskustvo, kolumna, misao, onoštomenijeubilo, priča, savjet, življenje, život, životna priča..........MOJA KOLUMA-ZA KNJIGU KOJU CU USKORO NAPISATI MOJE POSTOVANAJE SVJM VAMA---UZ BOZIJ ......BLAGOSKOV NA SVE NAS---Ladislav Ladislav Zivanovic-HVAL;A-DRDGOME BOGU-NA SVMU-Ladislav Zivanovic🙏💝✝️WHAT DIDN'T BROKE ME, DIDN'T KILL ME /*/*/*/MY COLUMN---L/Z/*/*/😘😘😘 What didn't kill me We all have a drawer of consciousness called What didn't kill me. It opens rarely, sometimes, best never. Most often we open it just to put some name, event, feeling in it. I open, insert, close, swallow, move on. Every one of my What didn't kill me cost me. It was instructive, but often quite expensive. It left scars, trauma, pain, anger, frustration, sadness, a bitter taste... and it wasn't easy to get over. And if we're being honest - some of my What didn't kill me I didn't even need, I just didn't know it at the time. I couldn't even choose some of them, some don't seem so terrible to me now. Because when time passed and I came to my senses, I found the good in the bad. Every one of mine What didn't kill me built me up. It taught me life and living better and more qualitatively than many happy and good experiences. It taught me to appreciate what I have, to consider the possible consequences before proceeding, that everything has its expiration date... It taught me that I should rely on myself, not on people, circumstances, fate, and that pain, sadness, anger, frustration and similar feelings are an integral part of the cocktail of life, that it is impossible to avoid them, but that it is possible to learn to deal with them. It taught me that some things, moments and people are worth the weight they brought with them. And that some losses are actually gains and vice versa. It taught me that I am not perfect, not the best, not the strongest, not infallible, that I am made up of many weaknesses, but that this does not mean that I am not good, strong, special and made up of many virtues. It taught me that the hardest thing is to accept yourself, to overcome yourself and forgive yourself, and when you succeed, you reach a special level of feeling good about yourself (I'm not there yet, but I'm on the right track, a little more, a few more steps...). It taught me that life is not perfect, that the world is not perfect, that people are not perfect, that I am not perfect. That after a fall, I appreciate flying more. That the bitter taste of failure adds honey to the intoxicating taste of success. What didn't kill me was worth it. It taught me to appreciate all my experiences, to laugh in the face of every defeat and move on, to toast life and my imperfections and confidently step into my new dawns. experience, column, thought, what killed me, story, advice, living, life, life story..........MY COLUMN-FOR THE BOOK THAT I WILL WRITE SOON MY RESPECT TO YOU---WITH GOD'S ......BLESSINGS TO ALL OF US---Ladislav Ladislav Zivanovic-PRAISE;A-TO GOD-FOR ALL-Ladislav Zivanovic🙏💝✝️