Circumstances

by Andrada Costoiu

Peasant,
Walking next to a king,
One has nothing,
The other has everything. 
Birthright.
Was it really fair,
When it gave one the right to rule
While the other one has to be its mule?

Syrian,
Walking next to an American,
One has been displaced and cannot go back,
The other has a home, a car, and no lack.
Birthplace,
Was it really fair,
When it gave one the opportunity for a good life and success,
While the other had to fight, lost everything and has been oppressed? 

Actaeon, a Greek hero,
He was a hunter who accidentally saw Artemis, the goddess of wild animals and childbirth, bathing,
For him that sighting was unfortunate,
Artemis got upset and her attack on him was scathing.
She turned him from a hunter into a stag,
His own dogs chased him, then ate him,
And all this happened quickly, without a tiny lag.

Time and place,
When you’re assigned the seat in the great story of life,
Sometimes you are lucky and sometimes you have to brace.

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Wishing On Dandelions

by Andrada Costoiu

Dark! Dark!
Do you feel that?
It’s my hand pulling you forward,
Through the dark tunnel of a lost cause,
Where time of your life was already spent.
“Come on! You can do it!”
Do you hear that?
It’s the voice of faith,
Your voice that merges with others,
Me, you, walking the tunnel.
You’re dragging your feet…..
Does it ever end?

Tough! Isn’t it?
Life is tough.
You feel in the holes, you jumped into some,
You crawled through mud chasing your dreams.

Are you tired?
Has your mind and body gave in,
In your organized preparation,
To become who you really want to be?

“Where are we going?” you ask the others,
Walking, crawling through the tunnel,
Next to you.
“We are walking out, keep going!”


And one by one, people come out,
Returning to sunshine and a sky with no clouds,
Returning to the innocence of roaming through the fields, 
To the dandelions,
Waiting to make all dreams and desires come true.
And so they pick another dandelion, 
Wishing in their hearts, and believing that their wish will come true.

Note: Life is a journey, and there are many dark tunnels. It is tough, but I believe that the beauty of the human spirit lies in our hopes and dreams. Keep listening to the whispers of your hopes, keep chasing your dreams, no darkness lasts forever. 

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Good for you

by Andrada Costoiu

Good for you,
All of you that have lived beautiful love stories,
Have broken your heart and then got up,
Wiped your tears and carried on, 
Towards another day, and another story.

Good for you,
All that face sickness,
As we all think that disease is never part of us,
Until it is,
Good for you for conquering the fears that are whirling in your head,
Good for you for choosing and fighting to be a survivor,
You are our teachers,
Because you have an extraordinary capacity to rebound and survive,
And you can show us how to stand up when life puts us down.

Good for you,
All of you that have dreams, and have broken your wings chasing them,
Only to get up,
And fly higher than before.

Good for you,
All of you that have lost yourselves, 
Had fallen, cried, and then got up,
And walked with your head up high, not hiding your permanent scars.
None of us has an innate toughness, but you have built your own,
Re-framed your life after a deep upset, 
And now you teach us resilience and strength. 

Good for you, all young and old,
Damaged and hopeful,
That have been through the hoops of life.

There is no grand script for life,
And each has his own,
We are all worthy and free,
To spin our versions of our stories.

Good for us,
Humanity has lasting worth and meaning,
Make your story count,
And don’t forget that after a tear, and a hurt,
You will always be stronger.

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Catharsis

by Andrada Costoiu

By the ocean everything seems quiet,
Except the waves that break free, in an out,
Carving the sand.

Thinking of you.
We once opened a box, called it ours and put it all in,
Our dreams, future, desires, thoughts,
We shook the box and mix it,
Yours and mine,
And said, “ love conquers all.”
It does, doesn’t it? Almost all…..
In love, we fly with the wind
We drown in the rain
We take turns taming the elephants in the room.

Love is a cathartic journey of discovering togetherness,
And feeling it deep inside you.

Love is….
Love was….
Life sucked us in and then spit us out on different paths,
How did this happen?
It is often that we stand in the beautiful certainty of knowing what’s inside us,
Only to find ourselves, that we cannot understand our untold thoughts.

Alone now, listening to the symphony of my emotions
Playing a confusing song,
Hope, anger, despair, freedom, 
All trampling and playing one over another.

What do I do now?
I don’t have to pretend….
I don’t know.
But I do know something,
That is: I don’t want to be a villain and I don’t want to be a hero,
I just want to be me.

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Not “ the Giver” s world

by Lujin Malkawi

Hello everyone. Today I am going to share with you something that my daughter has written few months ago, after she finished reading this book “The Giver”. I thought her writing is really insightful, and deep for a twelve year old. There is also a movie made after the book.

Here is what she wrote:

“””I have just finished a book. It was assigned in my English class. I am 7thgrade.  The book is called “the Giver”, by Lois Lowry. I finished it fast! I stayed up at night and read it, maybe not having to wake up for school in the morning is a good thing.  At the beginning it seemed so much like the Divergent, a fictional story in which roles were assigned to each child and person. But the more I read, the more I realized that things that happened in the Giver are things that happen in our world. 

Let me give you a brief summary of the book.

The Giver’s world was made to be perfect. Everybody was the same, dressed the same, eating the same food, behaving the same way. Every family has 2 children, a boy and a girl, but they were not their biological kids. At age 12, each child was assigned his future role in this dystopian society. Some of them would go be Nurturers (taking care of small children), others would be Pilots(that fly drones), others would be…..whatever role it is given to them. 

One of them, every…many years , would be assigned to be the Receiver . This person was to hold all the memories, from the times before he was born until now.

This society was colorblind! People did not see in colors because the Elders thought seeing the world in color would make people do bad things.

People also were behaving very properly but they had no feelings. They did not know what was sadness, what was to be upset…..and they didn’t know what was love.

Then the Receiver, who is a young boy named Jonas, starts receiving memories from an older person, who was the  previous  Receiver for this community, but he was getting old. So Jonas gets to see, how people were living in the past.  He sees how people were sailing, sledding, he also gets to see mass protests and war. 

He understands that because of these bad things, like war, hatred, famine, the elders have built the perfect world in which they were living in. 

But then he understands another thing too. In this perfect society, when someone did not comply with the rules, when people were getting too old, when babies were considered not appropriate, or when there were twins they were RELEASED.

I had no idea what RELEASED meant at the beginning of the book. I thought that they were sent somewhere. But no, that wasn’t the case. They were actually being killed and there was a ceremony organized when someone was released. Because people had no feelings, they had no idea what they were doing and what death really meant.

Jonas realized and he saves his world, by going beyond the boundaries of his community and releasing all memories back to all people.

This book has made me sad. But it also made me realize that we don’t live in that kind of world. Our world is not perfect. For example, I don’t like animals  to be kept in  Zoos. So we should change that. I also don’t like when kids bully other kids. That should change too. But we live in a world where we care about each other and that matters so much.

Memories matter, love matters, seeing in colors matter. Life as we know it, matter.””

She was a ballerina

by Andrada Costoiu

Nobody walked her path,
She carried her sorrows with grace.
Everybody starts somewhere different,
But she had many judges, all of them wrong.

She put away rejection slips,
Into a drawer full of pain.
“ I’m not like the others,” she cried,
Hoping that people will understand that passions
Choose whom to embody and then never leave.

Her eyes danced,
In this small moment in time she was becoming.
“Your hair looks lovely,
It must have taken many years to grow it so long,” said one
“It did,” she thought,
But it took much longer to be here
And step into the stage lights.

With strong legs and a heart full of love,
She took her limitations and her vulnerabilities
And bought them to the limelight.
The music started,
And she did what she was born to do: she danced,
She was a one-arm ballerina,
Imperfect in a perfect world,
And perfect in an imperfect world.

Note: this is a poem about the struggle of being accepted for what we are. Our society is not very kind as people are being judged against existent stereotypes that are hard to break. We forget that behind any skin color, any missing limbs….there is a soul with hopes and dreams. That soul did not chose how it would be embodied. Whatever you might be, fight for your dreams. Whatever they might tell you, keep going forward. You are worth it, everybody is.

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The modern condition of being human

By Andrada Costoiu

I opened my computer this morning, as I do every morning, and I read the news. In California, where I live, several news outlets reported on our struggle against coronavirus.

Great! We’re fighting, but how are we fighting?

The news, which mirror the national news, keep talking about all the negative things that this crisis has brought up. But what makes it striking, is that none of these problems are new and it is bothersome to see that over and over again we go through the same scenarios.

Here are few subjects:

  1. Costs are up. There will be financial cuts. Brace yourselves. 
  2. Unemployment. Brace yourselves. Ok, we are bracing but what happened with the 2 trillion and now another 2.3 trillion injected in the economy? 
  3. Health system inadequacy. No ventilators. Lack of coordination between state and federal, or at least that’s what we keep hearing from the media.

You can add more to the list of bad situations that we all are facing. And I am not speaking only for California or for the US, but this is what is happening in the entire world.

Why do we hear these negative things over and over again? Are we living in a hopeless world? What needs to be changed in the current situation to be better?

As a regular person, are you required to do well on your job? Yes. If you do not perform well what does it happen? You need to do better or you’re fired. Or you’re just fired.

What happens in our societies is a paradox.

Politics  fail. The ones in power keep going. 
People complain. The problems keep perpetuating.
Media keeps fueling us with their agendas. We listen or we stop listening. They keep going.

These failures are not only characteristic for the coronavirus world crisis. They have become a mode of life.

I am not and I do not want to be a financial analyst. I can be a political analyst as I have an education that stands for it. But in this situation, I do not want to be a political analyst either.

I am a human. Just like you, just like all of us.  I consider myself equal with the poor and equal with the rich. We all live on this planet.

I want us all to live in a society where we would wake up in the morning and say: this is a great day, I am going to do my job, do it well and then I will enjoy myself. And while we are doing this day by day, I want us to feel safe, I want us to feel cared for. I don’t want us to feel used, betrayed or disappointed.
I want the sense of unity, and belief that the founding fathers have built this country upon. I want this for us and for the whole world.

SO:
Stop telling us: there are no ventilators. Do your job and manufacture and bring what is needed it. Fight for it and do it.
Stop telling us that we are in a terrible budget chasm. Stop telling us you are cutting money from education and other needed programs. There is money, a lot of money, both at the sate and federal level. Stop complaining. Go do your job and distribute them wisely.
Stop pointing fingers at each other. I’m tired to constantly hear that this politician didn’t do well, that the other is like this and like that. Go work as a team and if the team doesn’t work then make it work. If you were elected in an office, honor your job…..just like the teacher honors his, just like the doctor honors his….and so on.
Stop the BS!

Something needs to be done.

If you have a place in front of your house that looks like a swamp and it smells bad, what do you do? There are two options:

  1. You get your working suit on, and even if it’s exhausting you go dig trenches and work to make that place better and then plant flowers
  2. Close the windows to your house so you don’t feel the bad smell.

I rest my case!!!  

Renewal is coming

by Andrada Costoiu

The world seems to have stopped,
Stopped its murmur,
Everyone stuck in their homes
Seem to be dancing on a flat line tune.

The unexpected has happened,
Your knuckles are going white from clenching down on the arms of your chair,
As you watch your world that has swallowed a virus,
Turning into a place that looks as the realm of soulless.

The empty streets in New York Square,
The empty canals in Venice,
Makes you think that every other soul on this planet
Has lost its sparkle,
That every other child stuck in the house
Has lost his rosy cheeks….

But behind each door with a broken handle,
Stands a man, or a woman, or a child,
Writing and constructing their own plot lines.
It simply depends where you focus your eyes,
To see that there is love, there is strength, there is hope.

Stuck in your chair,
Look up to the starts in the sky rather than in the darkness,
Sometimes changes are coming slow,
But when all door handles will be fixed, they will come all at once.

Renewal is coming, 
Something bigger and better,
Trust your heart,
There will be more love than there will be hate,
There will be more good than there will be bad,
And there will be more light than there will be darkness.

On this tiny blue and green planet, 
This quarantine has not been “that’s how the story ends”
But it is “ that’s how the story begins”….

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Love at no sight

by Andrada Costoiu

No, their eyes didn’t meet from across the crowded room,
No, he didn’t see her face on Skype
Nor did she stalk his Instagram feed.
They were not like other people…..

They needed not step into the role of “mirror”,
And tell each other when they looked good or not,
Because they always looked good to each other.

They said love is blind,
But they knew that it wasn’t,
They could see into each other’s souls,
And past colors and shapes,
Their spirits within were as bright as a day.

Thoughts, desires, and longings were not always written across their faces,
But they were always written in their hearts.
She asked him: “My love, what color is love?”
He said: “Love has no color, love is a feeling,
As the feeling of you next to me.”

Her soul was touched,
She felt the sun on her face,
Smelled his perfume…
She thought that the strangest thing was
That there are seven billion people on the planet looking for love,
She hoped that they would find what she knew:
That love always happens out of sight.

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Perspective

by Andrada Costoiu

Polarity is everywhere.
Light and dark, male and female, yin and yang 
To understand a concept we must know its opposite brother,
Because how could we know one without knowing the other?

I know it is logic, but sometimes we give a meaning,
The sense and perspective that fits with our own world screening.


I’m puzzled today because I don’t know why,
Numerology decided that number four is a guy.
That’s right, four is considered a masculine number,
It represents strength and stability,
Discipline and loyalty.

Are they right?
I have frowned and thought that perhaps,
Their number 4’s definition is based on their own maps.
For in my world I have the 4 leafs clover,
That I have picked from fields over and over.
It represents hope, faith, love and good luck,
And you might even see a fairy if the clover’s in your pocket tucked. 

So you see, anything can have different perspectives,
From different people, with different objectives.
I think we see the world through our different lenses,
What’s apparent to you, might challenge my senses.
So please to not judge what to you might not seem right,
Because nothing in this world is back or is white.

This is me, wearing a 4 leaf clover. When I was a child I was looking for fairies, nowadays I did it again with my little girl. What would this world be without magic…..

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