{"id":1243,"date":"2012-08-30T06:57:04","date_gmt":"2012-08-30T04:57:04","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/unipas.si\/wp\/2012\/08\/30\/septembrski-utrinki\/"},"modified":"2012-08-30T06:57:04","modified_gmt":"2012-08-30T04:57:04","slug":"septembrski-utrinki","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/unipas.si\/_stara20112018\/septembrski-utrinki\/","title":{"rendered":"Septembrski utrinki"},"content":{"rendered":"

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\tMorje<\/span> sem<\/span> pustil<\/span> za<\/span> seboj<\/span>. V ušesih<\/span> mi odzvanja<\/span> besedilo<\/span> pesmi<\/span> <\/strong><\/span>Green Dayev<\/span><\/span><\/a>, ki<\/span> me vabi<\/span> k temu<\/span>, da<\/span> bi prihajajo\u010di<\/span> september<\/span> kar<\/span> prespal<\/span>. V spominu<\/span> pa se še vedno<\/span> kopam<\/span> med morskimi<\/span> <\/span>iskrnicami<\/span><\/span><\/a><\/strong>, ki<\/span> so se odlo\u010dile<\/span> pono\u010di<\/span> v vodi<\/span> oponašati<\/span> zvezdnato<\/span> nebo<\/span>, ki<\/span> so ga<\/span> nad<\/span> seboj<\/span> gledale<\/span> iz<\/span> dneva<\/span> v dan<\/span>. In sprašujem<\/span> se, kaj<\/span> mi je storiti<\/span> s septembrom<\/span>. … Po\u010dakam<\/span>, da<\/span> mine, ali<\/span> pa morda<\/span> podo\u017eivljam<\/span> \u010dudovite<\/span> poletne<\/span> dogodke<\/span>?<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n

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\tO, ja<\/span> – poletni<\/span> utrinki<\/span> na<\/span> morski<\/span> obali<\/span> ali<\/span> kje<\/span> v hribih<\/span> so me zaznamovali<\/span>. Moje<\/span> poletje<\/span> je bilo<\/span> polno<\/span> utrinkov<\/span>. Takih<\/span> in druga\u010dnih<\/span>. Vsak<\/span> nasmeh<\/span> in ljubezniv<\/span> pogled<\/span> me je prav<\/span> tako<\/span> zaznamoval<\/span>. Vsaka<\/span> pesem<\/span>, igra<\/span>, pogovor<\/span> – vse<\/span>, kar<\/span> sem<\/span> po\u010del<\/span>, kar<\/span> mi je bilo<\/span> dano<\/span> to poletje<\/span>, prav<\/span> vse<\/span> me je nagovorilo<\/span> in na<\/span> nek<\/span> na\u010din<\/span> tudi<\/span> spremenilo<\/span>. S septembrom<\/span> pa se nekako<\/span> vra\u010dam<\/span> v ustaljene<\/span> tirnice<\/span> svojega<\/span> \u017eivljenja<\/span>.<\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n

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\tJasni<\/span> son\u010dni<\/span> dnevi<\/span> se \u017ee nezadr\u017eno<\/span> krajšajo<\/span> in kmalu<\/span> bo<\/span> v študijsko<\/span> obarvani<\/span> Ljubljani<\/span> spet<\/span> zakraljevala<\/span> megla<\/span>. Ni\u010d<\/span> ve\u010d<\/span> ne bo<\/span> \u010dasa<\/span>, volje<\/span> in nasploh<\/span> prilo\u017enosti<\/span> le\u017eati<\/span> na<\/span> travi<\/span> in gledati<\/span> utrinke<\/span>. Bom<\/span> mogel<\/span> \u017eiveti<\/span> te<\/span> spremembe<\/span>, ki<\/span> sem<\/span> jih<\/span> do\u017eivel<\/span>? Bom<\/span> znal<\/span> v prakso<\/span> prestaviti<\/span> vsa<\/span> spoznanja<\/span>, do katerih<\/span> sem<\/span> prišel<\/span>?<\/strong><\/p>\n

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\tIzziv<\/span> je tole pred<\/span> menoj<\/span>. Bom<\/span> uspel<\/span> ugotoviti<\/span>, kaj<\/span> mi je storiti<\/span> s tem<\/span> septembrom<\/span>? Morda<\/span>. Morda<\/span>, \u010de ga<\/span> bom<\/span> znal<\/span> vsaj<\/span> deloma<\/span> dojeti<\/span> kot<\/span> utrinek<\/span>. Kot<\/span> \u010dudovito<\/span> podarjenost<\/span> trenutka<\/span>. Kot<\/span> ta<\/span> neizmerni<\/span> dar<\/span> minljivosti<\/span>. Kot<\/span> \u017eivljenje<\/span> samo<\/span>.<\/strong><\/p>\n

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\tTa hipnost<\/span>, ta<\/span> trenutnost<\/span>, ta<\/span> minljivost<\/span> utrinka<\/span> nas<\/span> morejo<\/span> marsikaj<\/span> nau\u010diti<\/span>. Morda<\/span> je v tem<\/span> tudi<\/span> mo\u010d \u017eelja<\/span>, ki<\/span> naj<\/span> bi jih<\/span> bili<\/span> ti<\/span> utrinki<\/span> sposobni<\/span> izpolnjevati<\/span>. \u017deljo<\/span> si<\/span> moramo<\/span> zamisliti<\/span> v hipu<\/span>. Biti<\/span> moramo<\/span> povsem<\/span> tu<\/span>. V celoti<\/span> navzo\u010di<\/span> v našem<\/span> trenutku<\/span>. In potem<\/span> je mogo\u010de<\/span> vse<\/span>. Potem<\/span> so mogo\u010di<\/span> prvi<\/span> koraki<\/span> (ali<\/span> drugi<\/span> in tretji<\/span>), potem<\/span> so mogo\u010di<\/span> odnosi<\/span>, mogo\u010de<\/span> odlo\u010ditve<\/span>, mogo\u010d<\/span> je mir<\/span>.<\/strong><\/p>\n

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\tIn septembra<\/span>, ki<\/span> je pred<\/span> menoj<\/span> ne morem<\/span> prespati<\/span> v \u010dakanju<\/span> prihodnosti<\/span>, ne smem<\/span> pa ga<\/span> niti<\/span> zamuditi<\/span> z zastajanjem<\/span> v preteklosti<\/span>. September je (posebej<\/span> za<\/span> študente<\/span>) v resnici<\/span> pravi<\/span> izziv<\/span> \u017eivetja<\/span> sedanjosti<\/span>. In tako<\/span> vam<\/span> \u017eelim<\/span> za<\/span> ta<\/span> \u010das u\u010denja<\/span> za<\/span> preostale<\/span> izpite<\/span> in melanholi\u010dnega<\/span> obujanja<\/span> spominov<\/span>, da<\/span> bi se uspešno<\/span> soo\u010dili<\/span> z tem<\/span> izzivom<\/span>. Posebej<\/span> \u010de je to vaše<\/span> prvo<\/span> leto<\/span> faksa<\/span>. \u017delim<\/span> vam<\/span>, da<\/span> bi vedno<\/span> znali<\/span> biti<\/span> prisotni<\/span> v trenutku<\/span>.<\/strong><\/p>\n

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\tNe gre<\/span> samo<\/span> za<\/span> en mesec<\/span> v letu<\/span>. V resnici<\/span> gre<\/span> za<\/span> odlo\u010ditev<\/span> biti<\/span> tu<\/span>, sprejeti<\/span> vse<\/span>. Ob veselju<\/span> nad<\/span> preteklostjo<\/span> in upanju<\/span> v prihodnost<\/span> – naj<\/span> bo<\/span> vsak<\/span> naš<\/span> hip resni\u010dno<\/span> \u017eivet<\/span> na<\/span> polno<\/span>.<\/strong><\/p>\n

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\tIn \u010de uspete<\/span> tudi<\/span> septembra<\/span> še ugledati<\/span> kako<\/span> zvezdo<\/span>, ki<\/span> se bo<\/span> utrnila<\/span> na<\/span> nebu<\/span>, vam<\/span> \u017eelim<\/span>, da<\/span> bi jo<\/span> znali<\/span> tudi<\/span> v vsej<\/span> polnosti<\/span> ob\u010dudovati<\/span> in ceniti<\/span>.<\/strong><\/p>\n

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\tMarko Weilguny<\/span><\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

Morje sem pustil za seboj. V ušesih mi odzvanja besedilo pesmi Green Dayev, ki me vabi k temu, da bi prihajajo\u010di september kar prespal. V spominu pa se še vedno… <\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_monsterinsights_skip_tracking":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_active":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_note":"","_monsterinsights_sitenote_category":0,"ngg_post_thumbnail":0},"categories":[2],"tags":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/unipas.si\/_stara20112018\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1243"}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/unipas.si\/_stara20112018\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/unipas.si\/_stara20112018\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/unipas.si\/_stara20112018\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/unipas.si\/_stara20112018\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=1243"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"http:\/\/unipas.si\/_stara20112018\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1243\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/unipas.si\/_stara20112018\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=1243"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/unipas.si\/_stara20112018\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=1243"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/unipas.si\/_stara20112018\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=1243"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}