{"id":1455,"date":"2018-01-25T14:18:33","date_gmt":"2018-01-25T21:18:33","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.mihaisava.com\/wordpress\/?p=1455"},"modified":"2018-01-25T14:26:23","modified_gmt":"2018-01-25T21:26:23","slug":"de-felicitas","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/www.mihaisava.com\/wordpress\/?p=1455","title":{"rendered":"De felicitas"},"content":{"rendered":"

I remember one morning\u2026
\ngetting up at dawn\u2026
\nthere was such a sense of possibility!
\nYou know? That feeling?
\nAnd\u2026 and I remember thinking to myself:
\n\u2018So this is the beginning of happiness\u2026\u2019
\n\u2018This is where it starts!\u2019
\n\u2018And, of course, there\u2019ll always be more.\u2019
\nNever occurred to me
\nit wasn\u2019t the beginning,
\nIt was happiness.
\nIt was the moment\u2026<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

\u2015 Virginia Woolf<\/p>\n

C’\u00e9tait un matin d’automne , en Roumanie, je sirotais un caf\u00e9 sur une terrasse de Copou,un joli quartier de Iassy . Je commen\u00e7ais mes \u00e9tudes universitaires, j’\u00e9tais tr\u00e8s jeune, je n’avais pas 19 ans. Je venais d\u2019arriver dans la ville, j’\u00e9tais heureuse, j’avais gagn\u00e9 ma place, j’\u00e9tais enfin libre, j’\u00e9tais pr\u00eate … J’\u00e9tais pr\u00eate pour le bonheur. Oui, je m’en souviens encore comme si c’\u00e9tait hier: le sentiment que tout \u00e9tait possible, que le bonheur \u00e9tait \u00e0 ma port\u00e9e … qu’il suffisait que je tende la main pour le toucher…Les anciens Grecs disaient que nous ne vivons jamais dans la dimension du pr\u00e9sent, parce que nous vivons soit dans la nostalgie du pass\u00e9, soit dans l’espoir du futur. Comme Ulysse, durant ses 20 ans d’errance, nostalgique apr\u00e8s son Itaca, esp\u00e9rant le revoir un jour, oublie de vivre dans le pr\u00e9sent. Ce n’est que lorsqu’il retrouve la fid\u00e9le Penelopa, que le bonheur redevienne possible pour lui et le temps s’\u00e9tire puisque la joie des retrouvailles est trop forte pour que le pass\u00e9 ou le pr\u00e9sent ait de l’importance.
\nC\u2019est pr\u00e9cis\u00e9ment ce qui m\u2019est arriv\u00e9 ce matin-l\u00e0, \u00e0 la veille de mes 19 ans: j’ai r\u00e9ussi \u00e0 ressentir le bonheur absolu de l\u2019instant pr\u00e9sent, sans qu\u2019il soit troubl\u00e9 par les regrets et la nostalgie du pass\u00e9, ou par les espoirs et les angoisses du futur. Je peux dire que j’ai eu la chance de vivre un instant de pure bonheur. Je n’\u00e9tais pas consciente de ce qui \u00e9tait en train de se passer. La r\u00e9v\u00e9lation, je l’ai eue des ann\u00e9es plus tard, en lisant Virginia Woolf. Ce moment pr\u00e9cis du pass\u00e9 m’est venu \u00e0 l’esprit sans effort, spontan\u00e9ment, naturellement, comme s\u2019il \u00e9tait programm\u00e9. … Pour que je me souvienne que cet instant-l\u00e0\u2026 C\u2019\u00c9TAIT LE BONHEUR ! J’aurais d\u00fb pleurer alors, et crier, supplier, comme Faust … “Arr\u00eate, tu es si beau!” Ou peut-\u00eatre pas…<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

I remember one morning\u2026 getting up at dawn\u2026 there was such a sense of possibility! You know? That feeling? And\u2026 and I remember thinking to myself: \u2018So this is the beginning of happiness\u2026\u2019 \u2018This is where it starts!\u2019 \u2018And, of … Continue reading →<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[23],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-1455","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-textes-en-francais"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.mihaisava.com\/wordpress\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1455","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.mihaisava.com\/wordpress\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.mihaisava.com\/wordpress\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.mihaisava.com\/wordpress\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.mihaisava.com\/wordpress\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=1455"}],"version-history":[{"count":5,"href":"http:\/\/www.mihaisava.com\/wordpress\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1455\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":1460,"href":"http:\/\/www.mihaisava.com\/wordpress\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1455\/revisions\/1460"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.mihaisava.com\/wordpress\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=1455"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.mihaisava.com\/wordpress\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=1455"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.mihaisava.com\/wordpress\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=1455"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}