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  <title>Put ka savršenstvu...</title>
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  <description>&lt;p&gt;Bio je zadovoljan onim što je video, ali ne samo to- osetio je ljubav.&lt;br /&gt;
Nema granica, Džonatane? Pomislio je uz smeh.&lt;br /&gt;
I stupio na put saznanja...&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Galeb- Ričard Bah&lt;/p&gt;
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    <dc:creator>ninka</dc:creator>
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  <title>Inspiracija.</title>
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  <dc:description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small; font-family: georgia, palatino&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;Već duže vreme primećujem kako mi nedostaje inspiracija. Ne kažem da ne znam &amp;scaron;ta bih pisala, nego uvek kada počnem da pi&amp;scaron;em ne&amp;scaron;to, misli mi se gomilaju, postaju haotične i ja se samo izgubim u njima, ne znam onda ni gde je početak, a ni kraj. Sve mi se vi&amp;scaron;e čini kao da ne mogu da se izrazim. Ne mogu da opi&amp;scaron;em svoja osećanja. Kada me pitaju &amp;scaron;ta mi je, ja samo kažem ne znam. Nije to zbog toga &amp;scaron;to ne želim da kažem &amp;scaron;ta mi je. Već jednostavno stvarno ne znam.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small; font-family: georgia, palatino&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ne znam kada sam do&amp;scaron;la do tog otkrića da ne znam &amp;scaron;ta mi se događa. Samo se desilo da u jednom trenutku vi&amp;scaron;e nisam znala ni ko sam ni &amp;scaron;ta sam. A da ne pričam o tome &amp;scaron;ta želim ili kuda bih krenula, to su već postala vi&amp;scaron;a pitanja za mene. Dakle, &amp;scaron;ta mi je? Ne znam. Kao da sam u jednom trenutku gledala drugu sebe koja je ona istinska ja i koja se samo izgubila, nestala. &amp;Scaron;ta je ostalo? Prazna lju&amp;scaron;tura nekada&amp;scaron;nje mene koja prolazi kroz život gledajući očima bez sjaja. I onda kada sam shvatila da sam negde usput izgubila sebe, poku&amp;scaron;ala sam da se setim tog trenutka koji me je izgleda i odredio. &amp;Scaron;ta se to desilo &amp;scaron;to me je dovelo do toga da ne znam &amp;scaron;ta mi je? Uz sate i sate pesama koje me pogađaju najdublje i najistinitije, uz razgovore sa samim sobom i pisanje dnevnika nekako sam i do&amp;scaron;la do toga da se trenutak koji me je odredio desio ba&amp;scaron; onda kada sam odlučila da započnem novo poglavlje svog života. Fakultet, novo dru&amp;scaron;tvo, napu&amp;scaron;tanje starih navika, započinjanje novih... Negde na tom putu sam jednostavno zaboravila sve ono &amp;scaron;to sam sanjala. Negde na tom putu novih odluka re&amp;scaron;ila sam da me gađanje vi&amp;scaron;e ne ispunjava. Negde na tom putu shvatila sam i da vi&amp;scaron;e ne volim druge koliko sam ih nekada volela. Za&amp;scaron;to? Da li je to zbog toga &amp;scaron;to sam toliko puta bila povređena, ili sam se umorila od patnje? Za&amp;scaron;to odustati od gađanja? Da li zbog toga &amp;scaron;to sam se umorila od toga da gubim? Ili od toga da osećam strah? Verujem da je to razlog, zapravo, moram da verujem u to, jer ako posumnjam u ispravnost svojih odluka, bojim se da ću pasti i nikada vi&amp;scaron;e ne ustati. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small; font-family: georgia, palatino&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kako je nastala ova praznina u meni? Niko mi na to ne može odgovoriti. A &amp;scaron;ta meni preostaje? Hmm, možda jo&amp;scaron; sati muzike, pisanja i razgovora dok jednom ne pronađem pravi razlog koji je skriven negde duboko u meni. Mada, nekako se sada i ne pla&amp;scaron;im toga da stanem pred ogledalo i pogledam se tako da se otkriju sve tajne koje od sebe krijem. Znam da sam dovoljno jaka da izdržim bolnu istinu, ako sam mogla da priznam da sam sebe izgubila, mogu probati da ponovo sebe i nađem.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;</dc:description>
      
    <dc:subject>Generalna</dc:subject>
     
    
  <dc:date>2015-02-27T23:57:59Z</dc:date>
    <dc:creator>ninka</dc:creator>
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  <title>Kiša- Srđan Valjarević</title>
  <link>http://ninka.blog.rs/blog/ninka/generalna/2015/01/02/kisa-srdjan-valjarevic</link>
  <dc:description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: medium; font-family: verdana, geneva&quot;&gt;&lt;em style=&quot;background-color: #ffffff&quot;&gt;Podigao sam roletnu do pola prozora&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: medium; font-family: verdana, geneva&quot;&gt;&lt;em style=&quot;background-color: #ffffff&quot;&gt;i kroz to parče onoga napolju&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: medium; font-family: verdana, geneva&quot;&gt;&lt;em style=&quot;background-color: #ffffff&quot;&gt;videlo se par spratova solitera,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: medium; font-family: verdana, geneva&quot;&gt;&lt;em style=&quot;background-color: #ffffff&quot;&gt;ravan krov zgrade i tv antene, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: medium; font-family: verdana, geneva&quot;&gt;&lt;em style=&quot;background-color: #ffffff&quot;&gt;brdo u pozadini kao mrlja ili tamna fleka,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: medium; font-family: verdana, geneva&quot;&gt;&lt;em style=&quot;background-color: #ffffff&quot;&gt;čuo sam kako moja mama ka&amp;scaron;lje,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: medium; font-family: verdana, geneva&quot;&gt;&lt;em style=&quot;background-color: #ffffff&quot;&gt;&amp;scaron;kriputavo,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: medium; font-family: verdana, geneva&quot;&gt;&lt;em style=&quot;background-color: #ffffff&quot;&gt;ki&amp;scaron;a i kapi na staklu,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: medium; font-family: verdana, geneva&quot;&gt;&lt;em style=&quot;background-color: #ffffff&quot;&gt;uglavnom,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: medium; font-family: verdana, geneva&quot;&gt;&lt;em style=&quot;background-color: #ffffff&quot;&gt;periferija.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: medium; font-family: verdana, geneva&quot;&gt;&lt;em style=&quot;background-color: #ffffff&quot;&gt;Besposlen&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: medium; font-family: verdana, geneva&quot;&gt;&lt;em style=&quot;background-color: #ffffff&quot;&gt;čitao sam novine od pre dvanaest dana&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: medium; font-family: verdana, geneva&quot;&gt;&lt;em style=&quot;background-color: #ffffff&quot;&gt;i pripovetke Čehova.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: medium; font-family: verdana, geneva&quot;&gt;&lt;em style=&quot;background-color: #ffffff&quot;&gt;Sve &amp;scaron;to sam mogao da uradim bilo je da&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: medium; font-family: verdana, geneva&quot;&gt;&lt;em style=&quot;background-color: #ffffff&quot;&gt;naslonim glavu na okvir prozora i &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: medium; font-family: verdana, geneva&quot;&gt;&lt;em style=&quot;background-color: #ffffff&quot;&gt;buljim u mokre točkove trolejbusa misleći&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: medium; font-family: verdana, geneva&quot;&gt;&lt;em style=&quot;background-color: #ffffff&quot;&gt;na dve to kao ne&amp;scaron;to prolazno.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</dc:description>
      
    <dc:subject>Generalna</dc:subject>
     
    
  <dc:date>2015-01-02T20:13:10Z</dc:date>
    <dc:creator>ninka</dc:creator>
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  <title>Dust it off</title>
  <link>http://ninka.blog.rs/blog/ninka/generalna/2015/01/02/dust-it-off</link>
  <dc:description>&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: medium; font-family: &#039;trebuchet ms&#039;, geneva&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 22px; color: #333333&quot;&gt;Burning papers into ashes,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;color: #333333; line-height: 22px&quot; /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 22px; color: #333333&quot;&gt;what a season, how they fly high from the ground&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;color: #333333; line-height: 22px&quot; /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 22px; color: #333333&quot;&gt;there is yet another fountain flowing over, as the night falls,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;color: #333333; line-height: 22px&quot; /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 22px; color: #333333&quot;&gt;keep dreaming away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;color: #333333; line-height: 22px&quot; /&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;color: #333333; line-height: 22px&quot; /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 22px; color: #333333&quot;&gt;if you hold on to that past, don&amp;#39;t you lock yourself inside,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;color: #333333; line-height: 22px&quot; /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 22px; color: #333333&quot;&gt;Nothing has been done before&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;color: #333333; line-height: 22px&quot; /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 22px; color: #333333&quot;&gt;It&amp;#39;s the most virgin dress you could possibly wear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;color: #333333; line-height: 22px&quot; /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 22px; color: #333333&quot;&gt;Mess it up, Time is up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;color: #333333; line-height: 22px&quot; /&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;color: #333333; line-height: 22px&quot; /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 22px; color: #333333&quot;&gt;Hold your memory for a moment with a blind hand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;color: #333333; line-height: 22px&quot; /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 22px; color: #333333&quot;&gt;Write﻿ some stories for tomorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;color: #333333; line-height: 22px&quot; /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 22px; color: #333333&quot;&gt;From the bottle of amnesia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;color: #333333; line-height: 22px&quot; /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 22px; color: #333333&quot;&gt;Find instructions to salvation, to oblivion supreme&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;color: #333333; line-height: 22px&quot; /&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;color: #333333; line-height: 22px&quot; /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 22px; color: #333333&quot;&gt;Don&amp;#39;t be tempted to look back - It has all happen before&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;color: #333333; line-height: 22px&quot; /&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;color: #333333; line-height: 22px&quot; /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 22px; color: #333333&quot;&gt;Someday miracular spread will forgive every cowardly thing that you&amp;#39;ve done.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;color: #333333; line-height: 22px&quot; /&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;color: #333333; line-height: 22px&quot; /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 22px; color: #333333&quot;&gt;That I&amp;#39;ve done.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;color: #333333; line-height: 22px&quot; /&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;color: #333333; line-height: 22px&quot; /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 22px; color: #333333&quot;&gt;Dust it off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</dc:description>
      
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  <dc:date>2015-01-02T19:57:01Z</dc:date>
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  <title>Dreams</title>
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  <dc:description>&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: georgia, palatino&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;But I cannot forget that, at other times I have been deceived in sleep by similar illusions; and, attentively considering those cases, I perceive so clearly that there exist no certain marks by which the state of waking can ever be distinguished from sleep, that I feel greatly astonished; and in amazement I almost persuade myself that I am now dreaming.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: georgia, palatino&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: georgia, palatino&quot;&gt;-Rene Descartes, Meditation on First Philosophy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: georgia, palatino&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: georgia, palatino&quot;&gt;What are dreams? Some people would say that dreams are successions of images, ideas, emotions, and sensations that occur involuntarily in the mind during certain stages of sleep. According to this definition dreaming is just the state of mind where we can see pictures or feel some of the emotions we have suppressed in our sub consciousness. But sometimes my dream seems so real, and then I ask myself if that dream is actually my life, and this moment, this day of my life, can be something I have dreamed about.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: georgia, palatino&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: georgia, palatino&quot;&gt;That brings me to another question. If dreams I have dreamed are my real life, and this life I think I&amp;#39;m living is just a dream, where is the physical body that dreams my life. It would mean that a girl with brown eyes and brown hair exists only in a dream. So if I am a product of someone&amp;rsquo;s imagination, of someone&amp;rsquo;s mind that in the state of sleeping created me like this does it mean that I do not exist? Or maybe as a product of my own imagination I dream my life as I would like it to be maybe the real me doesn&amp;rsquo;t look anything like me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: georgia, palatino&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: georgia, palatino&quot;&gt;If my life is a dream it means that all people and objects and the surroundings are just my notion of the world, and they exist only in my mind, and it means that when I wake up, all would be gone, and I might live on some other planet or I can be some other being. But if it happens that this notion of the world I share with other people, that means that they also share the dream with me, and actually we are all in one big dream, which has to be continuous so that we could have a history and memory of the things that happened. It also means that when someone is born he or she just joins our collective dream. There is one more question, if all of us share the same &amp;ldquo;reality&amp;ldquo; there has to be someone who controls our lives and thoughts. Someone who shapes our world and allows us to have dreams like this life. In one word he or she is the creator of our imaginary life we think is real. It can be God according to Descartes or it can be the Great Mind or the Absolute, who is just using us to become aware of itself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: georgia, palatino&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: georgia, palatino&quot;&gt;What would happen if we get lost in our dreams. I could fall asleep in my dream and then I will be in a dream of my dream. What will happen if I do not wake up from that dream, will I start living a new life, would that be my second chance to make things right. Maybe then I could make some new choices or even find answers to all the questions I cannot answer now. Aristotle said that a good question is half of our knowledge. Now, all I can do is wonder, maybe in a dream of my imaginary life I would find another half of my knowledge and then have all the answers I need.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: georgia, palatino&quot;&gt;The only thing I can do now is try to conceive if I am dreaming or living. Descartes said &amp;ldquo;I think therefore I am.&amp;rdquo; I am thinking now, and I think I am. I can only wonder if this &amp;ldquo;I&amp;rdquo; is real and not someone else&amp;#39;s notion or someone else&amp;#39;s dream.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: georgia, palatino&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: georgia, palatino&quot;&gt;Maybe it can be my own dream I have been dreaming for the past eighteen years...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: georgia, palatino&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</dc:description>
      
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  <dc:date>2014-01-10T12:22:46Z</dc:date>
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  <title>Harizma</title>
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&lt;p align=&quot;JUSTIFY&quot; class=&quot;western&quot; style=&quot;text-indent: 0.49in; margin-bottom: 0.14in&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Living life from the depth of your soul &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align=&quot;JUSTIFY&quot; class=&quot;western&quot; style=&quot;text-indent: 0.49in; margin-bottom: 0.14in&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana,serif&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: x-small&quot;&gt;I always imagine life as
archery. Maybe because I see myself as an archer, or maybe because we
can find a deeper meaning in shooting arrows. They are not just
things that stand on a string. They don&amp;#39;t just hit the target, they
have a different purpose. But why do I think that? Maybe because the
man who taught me how to shoot said that each arrow is important for
itself. You dedicate yourself equally to each one of them. One arrow,
one life, he would say. That&amp;rsquo;s why I think that every life is
important, and all of us have a different view of it, we all have our
charismas inside of us. We all have opportunity to shoot that one
arrow, but not all of us will hit the same center. It&amp;rsquo;s the same
with charisma, not all of us will find it. But those who recognize it
will definitely find their way to the center.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;em&gt;
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&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana,serif&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: x-small&quot;&gt;One arrow, one life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;em&gt;
&lt;/em&gt;&lt;p align=&quot;JUSTIFY&quot; class=&quot;western&quot; style=&quot;text-indent: 0.49in; margin-bottom: 0.14in&quot;&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana,serif&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: x-small&quot;&gt;I had 20 seconds left to
shoot that last arrow. My victory depended on it. I had to stay
focused and use all my knowledge to do the perfect shot. I was
breathing slowly and in just one moment my whole life ran through my
head.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;em&gt;
&lt;/em&gt;&lt;p align=&quot;JUSTIFY&quot; class=&quot;western&quot; style=&quot;text-indent: 0.49in; margin-bottom: 0.14in&quot;&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana,serif&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: x-small&quot;&gt;I remembered how when I
started doing archery I found out what charisma really is. I found
its purpose, because I learned how to express myself. In the end
that&amp;#39;s the most important thing, how you think of yourself is how
people will see you. So if you think that you can shine with your
inner light, and if you really shine, people will know that you are
special.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;em&gt;
&lt;/em&gt;&lt;p align=&quot;JUSTIFY&quot; class=&quot;western&quot; style=&quot;text-indent: 0.49in; margin-bottom: 0.14in&quot;&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana,serif&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: x-small&quot;&gt;Each one of us is unique,
our lives are unique, just like those arrows. So when an archer wants
to hit the target, first he has to imagine a shot in his mind. So
that means that all we can do begins in our thoughts. Everything we
can become, everything that means the world to us, all that there is.
If we imagine our inner light in our thoughts it will start to
radiate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;em&gt;
&lt;/em&gt;&lt;p align=&quot;JUSTIFY&quot; class=&quot;western&quot; style=&quot;text-indent: 0.49in; margin-bottom: 0.14in&quot;&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana,serif&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: x-small&quot;&gt;Now, I&amp;#39;m standing on the
line. I am here and now. I&amp;#39;m scared but also excited. What should I
do? Should I think or just act? I imagined that perfect shot and my
arms are starting to move. Slowly I&amp;#39;m pulling the string towards my
head, my hands are still, and my breathing stopped. I am ready to
release that arrow, my bow is ready, and my mind is calm as well. So
my life is about to start. Now it is time to release the arrow, for
that I have to use my strength, the determination and power of will.
I have to free my senses.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;em&gt;
&lt;/em&gt;&lt;p align=&quot;JUSTIFY&quot; class=&quot;western&quot; style=&quot;text-indent: 0.49in; margin-bottom: 0.14in&quot;&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana,serif&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: x-small&quot;&gt;The arrow has started its
way to the target. That road is our life. But I don&amp;#39;t like it when
someone is calling life a journey. It is some kind of an adventure,
but I always like to call it cognition. Even that cognition has some
conditions. You have to learn to live in a moment. Not just any
moment, but the present one, because in the present your mind is
free, and you can choose where you want to go, and who you want to
be. Also you have to learn to recognize your inner energy. We have
different energies inside of us. I can imagine that one day I&amp;#39;ll be
at the Olympics, and that energy will bring me there eventually. In
fact, charisma is one of those energies. When you feel it everyone
will know that you have found the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #ff0000&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana,serif&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: x-small&quot;&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana,serif&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: x-small&quot;&gt;essence
of yourself. That&amp;rsquo;s why people will see your heart laughing when
you smile. I can see that around me. People who found a way to
radiate it with such purity and cleanliness. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;/p&gt;&lt;em&gt;
&lt;/em&gt;&lt;p align=&quot;JUSTIFY&quot; class=&quot;western&quot; style=&quot;text-indent: 0.49in; margin-bottom: 0.14in&quot;&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana,serif&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: x-small&quot;&gt;When an arrow is flying
through the air, I call that a fight. Sometimes I feel fear,
sometimes I&amp;#39;m lost or even lose self-confidence. But the charisma is
the energy that will show me the way out and make me stronger. Life
can pull me out of the course, like a wind can sway the arrow, but
that energy shows me over and over that I will reach my goals.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;em&gt;
&lt;/em&gt;&lt;p align=&quot;JUSTIFY&quot; class=&quot;western&quot; style=&quot;text-indent: 0.49in; margin-bottom: 0.14in&quot;&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana,serif&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: x-small&quot;&gt;I won&amp;rsquo;t say that
charismatic people don&amp;rsquo;t feel fear, or that they don&amp;rsquo;t have&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #ff0000&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana,serif&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: x-small&quot;&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana,serif&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: x-small&quot;&gt;doubt
in themselves, they do. But they have the ability to convince
themselves that they are on the right track and that fear will make
them stronger. And if their conviction is strong and true, if they
truly believe in themselves and the goals they want to achieve, then
and only then will their charisma shine like the brightest star on
the night sky and it will serve as a beacon of hope and lead others
towards their goals.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;em&gt;
&lt;/em&gt;&lt;p align=&quot;JUSTIFY&quot; class=&quot;western&quot; style=&quot;text-indent: 0.49in; margin-bottom: 0.14in&quot;&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana,serif&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: x-small&quot;&gt;When you reach your goals,
that is the target, you&amp;rsquo;ll know that you have succeeded and that
now you can do anything. People will feel it, they will know that now
you have the ability to change the world with just one smile and a
good word. They will know that you have pierced into the essence of
your existence. Then you&amp;rsquo;ll know that you did everything you&amp;rsquo;ve
ever imagined.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;em&gt;
&lt;/em&gt;&lt;p align=&quot;JUSTIFY&quot; class=&quot;western&quot; style=&quot;text-indent: 0.49in; margin-bottom: 0.14in&quot;&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana,serif&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: x-small&quot;&gt;The arrow was flying through
the air, one, two, three, seconds turned to hours, hours became days
and it seemed like a lifetime while that final arrow was soaring
through the air before it reached its goal, that small yellow inner
circle. The day was mine. My dream has become reality. If you would
ask me how I did it, I would say I had it in me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #ff0000&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana,serif&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: x-small&quot;&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;/p&gt;&lt;em&gt;
&lt;/em&gt;&lt;p align=&quot;JUSTIFY&quot; class=&quot;western&quot; style=&quot;text-indent: 0.49in; margin-bottom: 0.14in&quot;&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana,serif&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: x-small&quot;&gt;Our mind is a maze. That
maze is occupied by a single resident, a demon if you will and his
name is fear. In the center there is a locked chest and the demon
guards it. We need confidence to search for it, we need focus to find
our way through the maze, we need strength to defeat the demon, but
we also have to find the key to open the chest. The key is our
charisma, and by unlocking the chest you will unleash your happiness,
all walls shall crumble and limits will cease to exist, your every
wish will come true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;em&gt;
&lt;/em&gt;&lt;p align=&quot;JUSTIFY&quot; class=&quot;western&quot; style=&quot;text-indent: 0.49in; margin-bottom: 0.14in&quot;&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana,serif&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: x-small&quot;&gt;As the time passed by I saw
people around me finding that key, and they started to shine and
charm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #ff0000&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana,serif&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: x-small&quot;&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana,serif&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: x-small&quot;&gt;other
people. Maybe they were doing it before, but I had to find my own key
and unlock my mind in order to see it in others.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p align=&quot;JUSTIFY&quot; class=&quot;western&quot; style=&quot;text-indent: 0.49in; margin-bottom: 0.14in&quot;&gt;
&amp;ldquo;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana,serif&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: x-small&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;Our deepest fear is
not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful
beyond measure. It is our light, not our darkness that most frightens
us. We ask ourselves, &amp;#39;Who am I to be brilliant, talented,
successful?&amp;#39; Actually, who are you not to be? Your playing small does
not serve the world. There is nothing enlightened about shrinking so
that other people won&amp;#39;t feel insecure around you. We are all meant to
shine, as children do. We were born to make our inner light clear
that is within us. It&amp;#39;s not just in some of us; it&amp;#39;s in everyone. And
as we let our own light shine, we unconsciously give other people
permission to do the same. As we are liberated from our own fear, our
presence automatically liberates others.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</dc:description>
      
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  <dc:date>2013-12-10T13:17:22Z</dc:date>
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  <dc:description>&lt;p&gt;Ono &amp;scaron;to je karakteristično za sve nas je da stalno preispitujemo svoje odluke. Nekada previ&amp;scaron;e brzo odgovorim na postavljeno pitanja, da li želim ne&amp;scaron;to, i odmah se nađem u situaciji da zažalim. Sve to samo zbog svoje nepromi&amp;scaron;ljenosti. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Često mi se to de&amp;scaron;ava. Kažu mi ljudi da moram malo da usporim, da stavim sebe ispred ostalih i ispred nerealnih očekivanja. Moje prevelike ambicije dovele&amp;nbsp; su me i tu gde jesam. Da se preispitujem. Nekada nije lo&amp;scaron;e malo zastati, a onda možemo probati da živimo život malo sporije i malo lep&amp;scaron;e. Za&amp;scaron;to lep&amp;scaron;e? Zato &amp;scaron;to tek tada kada hodamo ulicom možda nas privuku neke sitnice koje užurbani ne vidimo. Onda kada re&amp;scaron;im da koračam polako zatičem sebe kako se divim malim stvarima, gotovo nevidljivim, ali tako važnim. Divim se nebu, zalasku sunca ili jednostavno zvuku grada. Čini mi se kao da tek onda živim. Ali, opet, to je samo trenutak. Već u sledećem sam okupirana zadacima i kojekakvim problemima, pa makar to bili i oni najbanalniji, od toga &amp;scaron;ta ću danas da obučem, do toga kako stići na vreme na trening. Mi i gubimo svoj smisao u brizi zbog tih banalnih stvari. Zaboravljamo one obične i najbitnije.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;Ali, da se vratim na ono preispitivanje. Danas sam se ba&amp;scaron; na&amp;scaron;la u takvoj situaciji. Pitala sam se da li sam zaista spremna za sve stvari koje će me čekati ove godine. Obećala sam sebi da ću izabrati samo dve, eventualno tri stvari kojima ću se posvetiti. A onda se nađem u situaciji kada imam barem pet, &amp;scaron;est stvari koje mi oduzimaju mnogo vremena. To sve ne bi bio problem da znam kako da kažem sebi: &amp;quot; Ne, Nina, to nije pametno.&amp;quot; Na kraju uvek kažem, ma moći ću ja to. A da li zaista mogu, da li zaista želim? To je već neko potpuno drugo pitanje. Ono &amp;scaron;to ostaje je kako reći NE? &lt;/p&gt;</dc:description>
      
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  <dc:date>2013-09-18T21:52:05Z</dc:date>
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  <title>Misao, memorija, materija, sloboda, istina.</title>
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&lt;p class=&quot;western&quot; style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0in&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: georgia, palatino&quot;&gt;Gde ste vi?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: georgia, palatino&quot;&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;western&quot; style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0in&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: georgia, palatino&quot;&gt;Ovde.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: georgia, palatino&quot;&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;western&quot; style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0in&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: georgia, palatino&quot;&gt;Koje je vreme?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: georgia, palatino&quot;&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;western&quot; style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0in&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: georgia, palatino&quot;&gt;Sada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: georgia, palatino&quot;&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;western&quot; style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0in&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: georgia, palatino&quot;&gt;&amp;Scaron;ta ste vi?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: georgia, palatino&quot;&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;western&quot; style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0in&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: georgia, palatino&quot;&gt;Ovaj trenutak.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: georgia, palatino&quot;&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;western&quot; style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0in&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: georgia, palatino&quot;&gt;Čovek prvo mora živeti
u sada&amp;scaron;njosti. Njegove misli moraju biti usmerene ba&amp;scaron; na
ovaj trenutak, ovaj sekund. On ne sme biti zarobljen ni sećanjima iz
pro&amp;scaron;losti ni željama o budućnosti. Tek tada ćemo moći da
poku&amp;scaron;amo da pronađemo odgovore na pitanja ko smo, kuda idemo, gde
ćemo stići i koja su to na&amp;scaron;a božanstva, takođe i koji je to
pravedan put kojim treba ići.
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;western&quot; style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0in&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: georgia, palatino&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sada kada živimo u
sada&amp;scaron;njosti, onda se u nama javlja neobja&amp;scaron;njivi osećaj da
imamo posebnu ulogu u ovom svetu, da smo bitni i da je na&amp;scaron;a svrha
življenja uraditi ne&amp;scaron;to po čemu će nas pamtiti. Imati misiju
predstavlja dužnost koju svako od nas poseduje. Neki je pronađu,
neki nikada i neće, ali su&amp;scaron;tina na&amp;scaron;e misjije je ta &amp;scaron;to Mi imamo mogućnost da menjamo svet.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;western&quot; style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0in&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: georgia, palatino&quot;&gt;Onda dođemo dotle da
želimo da damo oblik stvarima koje ne vidimo, a osećamo ih i one
nas čine srećnim. To su upravo ta na&amp;scaron;a božanstva. 

&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;western&quot; style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0in&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: georgia, palatino&quot;&gt;Noću, samo noću,
kada se mogu videti zvezde, kada je sve mirno i tiho, kada sam sama i čujem samo svoje misli, ja smi&amp;scaron;ljam oblik, boju, dajem dimenziju materiji&amp;nbsp;koja ustvari nije materija, a opet je
sastavni deo svega. To je ta duhovna strana čoveka koja mu ne
dozvoljava da posustane, već ga konstantno gura napred.
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;western&quot; style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0in&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: georgia, palatino&quot;&gt;Smatram da je upravo čovek&amp;nbsp;tanka nit koja povezuje sve na svetu. Mi povezujemo dve
strane reke ili ljude među sobom. Sve &amp;scaron;to ne vidimo, a znamo
da je tu, sve to živi kroz nas, kroz na&amp;scaron;e snove, misli, ma&amp;scaron;tanja,
težnje, na&amp;scaron;u istinu, na&amp;scaron;u istoriju. čovek&amp;nbsp;je taj koji
ideju o božanstvu prenosi na sledeće generacije, on održava
energiju koja se neprestano kreće, on daje taj oblik materiji i ona sada postaje stvarna i vidljiva.
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;western&quot; style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0in&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: georgia, palatino&quot;&gt;&amp;Scaron;ta je za sve vas božanstvo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;western&quot; style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0in&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: georgia, palatino&quot;&gt;Moj Bog sadrži moje
želje i strahove, on može biti moja potraga za istinom, moja želja
sa samospoznajom, moje sticanje znanja. Božanstvo- to je ono
&amp;scaron;to nam daje energiju koja neprestano kruži, a samim tim se nikada
i ne može sprečiti, zaustaviti, nestati.  Ta energija je u stalnom
pokretu. Mora&amp;scaron; je uhvatiti ako želi&amp;scaron; poći na svoj put, mora&amp;scaron; je
preoblikovati u misao!
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;western&quot; style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0in&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: georgia, palatino&quot;&gt;Uvek me je fascinirala
jedna stvar- letenje. Za&amp;scaron;to? Upravo zato &amp;scaron;to ljudi toliko
dugo nisu uspeli da pronađu prvi princip aerodinamike, i budu na
korak bliže željenoj slobodi. Jer je čovek uvek&amp;nbsp;težio ka
slobodi, a sloboda je značila put do neba. A onda se u nekima javila
misao koja se pretočila u ne&amp;scaron;to vanvremensko- avione. Ali sa druge
strane, ja želim da verujem da će se pojaviti neko ko će izmisliti i drugi princip aerodinamike, da nam neće biti potrebni avioni za
letenje, da ćemo moći sami da istražujemo granice, odlazimo u
svemir. 

&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;western&quot; style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0in&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: georgia, palatino&quot;&gt;Ali da naglasim,
to će se desiti tek onda kada se budu pojavili ljudi koji će svoju
energiju, pretočiti u misao, misao u memoriju, a tu memoriju u željenu slobodu!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: georgia, palatino&quot;&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;western&quot; style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0in&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: normal; font-family: georgia, palatino&quot;&gt;Prema
tome svako od nas poseduje ne&amp;scaron;to božansko u sebi, i to božansko
čuva nasleđe prethodnih generacija, i božansko koje stvara novu
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: georgia, palatino&quot;&gt;materiju&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: normal&quot;&gt; koja
preoblikovana u energiju, putem misli postaje &lt;/span&gt;memorija&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: normal&quot;&gt;
budućih nara&amp;scaron;taja. Taj proces ne sme biti zaustavljen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: normal&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;On ne poznaje &lt;/span&gt;mnogostrukost i mnogorečje&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: normal&quot;&gt;.
To je jedinstveni proces koji nas čini onakvima kakvi treba da budemo&lt;/span&gt;, a ne onakvima kakvi jesmo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;western&quot; style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0in&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: normal; font-family: georgia, palatino&quot;&gt;Zato
se &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: georgia, palatino&quot;&gt;niko&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: normal&quot;&gt; ne sme
&lt;/span&gt;sprečavati&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: normal&quot;&gt; da ide
svojim putem. Upravo taj put je na&amp;scaron;a mogućnost da spoznamo sebe, da
odgovorimo na pitanja ko smo, kuda idemo, i gde ćemo stići. Na tom
putu ćemo pronaći i svoja božanstva. A sa druge strane, na tom
putu imamo mogućnost da prenosimo na&amp;scaron;e znanje, nasleđe i ljubav
prema životu, čoveku, svetu i &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;istini&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;western&quot; style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0in&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: georgia, palatino&quot;&gt;P.S. Ovo je govor koji sam održala na takmičenju u besedni&amp;scaron;tvu na temu &amp;#39;&amp;#39; U božanskoj stvari niko se ne sme sprečavati da ide svojim putem&amp;#39;&amp;#39;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</dc:description>
      
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  <title>Nikada.</title>
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  <dc:description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: medium; font-family: georgia, palatino&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pro&amp;scaron;lost će me uvek pratiti. Gde god da odem biće tu negde. Ljudi koje sam ostavila za sobom pratiće me kao senka u mislima. Kako je izbrisati? Kako se promeniti? Kako ne&amp;scaron;to &amp;scaron;to te samo koči da otrgne&amp;scaron; od sebe i nastavi&amp;scaron; dalje?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: medium; font-family: georgia, palatino&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dobila sam jednom jedan savet. Hm, koliko bi se to mogao nazvati savetom. &amp;#39; Uvek će tamo negde, u najdubljem mraku misli da postoji on. Nikada, pa ni sutra kada budes imala nekog ko će ti biti ceo svet, neće&amp;scaron; moći da ga ostavis, da ne pomisli&amp;scaron; na njega. I niko neće biti kao on, &lt;u&gt;nikada&lt;/u&gt;. &amp;#39;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: medium; font-family: georgia, palatino&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kako to može smiriti čoveka, to glupo saznanje da je možda ta osoba bila u pravu? Stalno su tu neka pitanja, ali ko zna, možda je i čovekova su&amp;scaron;tina življenja ba&amp;scaron; u tome da neprestano traži odgovore na svoja nepresu&amp;scaron;na pitanja. Možda onog trenutka kada budemo odgovorili na sve njih postajemo prazni ili pak najsrećniji na svetu. Vrag bi ga znao...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</dc:description>
      
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  <dc:date>2013-01-21T19:44:40Z</dc:date>
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  <title>Šansa</title>
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  <dc:description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: medium; font-family: georgia, palatino&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;Opaliti strelu ne znači samo napregnuti svoje mi&amp;scaron;iće i odraditi pokret koji si tako dobro uvežbao. Opaliti strelu znači biti TU, u trenutku. Tvoja svest, pogled, energija, sve je usmereno na tu jednu tačku. Taj centar, tu sreću koja te ispunjava.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: medium; font-family: georgia, palatino&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nije ni čudo &amp;scaron;to sam ponovo počela da gađam, kada bez te doze sreće nikako ne mogu da preguram dan. I evo, sada sam se vratila na treninge, spremna da samo gađam zbog gađanja, osećaja i sebe. Ali onda &amp;#39; Op, &amp;scaron;ansa! &amp;#39; da nastavim tamo gde sam stala. Dobijem mogućnost da se spremam za Mediteranske igre letos. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: medium; font-family: georgia, palatino&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nisam ona ista osoba od pre par meseci. Ovoga puta neću posustati. Neće mi se desiti da kažem da ne mogu ili da osećam preveliki pritisak. NEMA GA! Neću dozvoliti da bude tu! Samoj sebi neću stati na put. Sada idem dalje sa željom da uspem i kraj.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</dc:description>
      
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  <dc:date>2013-01-20T01:40:06Z</dc:date>
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  <title>Lista želja</title>
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  <dc:description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: medium; font-family: georgia, palatino&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;Videla sam jednom u nekom filmu kako glavna glumica pravi listu želja koje će ostvariti u narednoj godini. To je meni nekako ostalo u sećanju i tako od tada ja svake godine stavim na papir par tačaka koje me podsećaju &amp;scaron;ta želim. Posle nekog vremena mi je to postalo ne&amp;scaron;to bez čega ne želim započeti godinu ili bez čega ne želim da počnem sa ispisivanjem nove sveske dnevnika.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: medium; font-family: georgia, palatino&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;Počela sam da shvatam kako bez te liste ja osećam neku prazninu, kao da ne&amp;scaron;to fali, da nisam potpuna. Ne znam za&amp;scaron;to je ba&amp;scaron; tako, ali sam, eto, naučila da bez toga ne mogu. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: medium; font-family: georgia, palatino&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;Takva je situacija i ovog januara. Bilo je nedeljno popodne, ja mislim. &amp;Scaron;oljica kafe pored mene, tiha, umirujuća muzika u pozadini. Omiljene pesme obavezno! Dnevnik, omiljena olovka i mogu da počnem.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: medium; font-family: georgia, palatino&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;Prva tačka uvek je bila i uvek će biti &amp;scaron;kolovanje. &amp;#39; &amp;Scaron;kola ove godine mora biti na prvom mestu, moram imati dobre ocene.&amp;#39; ( Nekako se to uvek do sada i ispunjavalo.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: medium; font-family: georgia, palatino&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sledeća tačka- streličarstvo. Ozbiljno treniranje sam uvek smatrala bitnim, to me ispunjava u potpunosti.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: medium; font-family: georgia, palatino&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;Treća- tetoviranje! To sam čak i ispunila ove godine. Evo, pre par dana prvi put sam uradila tetovažu. &amp;#39; I will become what I know I am. Peaceful warrior&amp;#39; - ipak je to ono ka čemu težim u sportu.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: medium; font-family: georgia, palatino&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;Četvrta-ljubav, prijatelji, porodica. Dobro, to sve uvek dođe na svoje. Putovanja i ostalo. Sve je tu. Prema tome pokrila sam sve delove mog života u narednih 365 dana. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: medium; font-family: georgia, palatino&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ostalo je samo da nacrtam kvadratiće pored svake želje i čekiram kada ne&amp;scaron;to od toga obavim. Prema tome mogu sada mirno da spavam. Potrebno je samo da budem istrajna i tamo, decembra, da čekiram sve kvadratiće zadovoljna &amp;scaron;to sam jo&amp;scaron; jednu godinu ispunila lepim trenucima.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;</dc:description>
      
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  <dc:date>2013-01-12T20:03:27Z</dc:date>
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