Albanian!

2024-09-22 15:03:00, Opinione Arian Galdini

Albanian!

One of the words I hate the most is "participation". Whoever created this word has done a colossal damage to the dominant culture that Albanians have had and are still embracing.

The word participation naturally brings the generally accepted meaning that if you go somewhere, you go to participate.

You go to a rally, you go to take part, you go to a protest, you go to take part, you become a party member and you seem to take part in the party, and this has ended so badly that even for the cause and issue, everyone thinks that they should take the part.

And they are not to blame, because the word itself evokes this expectation.

"Partecipare" in Italian, "participation" in English, is more suitable to be translated as participation rather than participation.

Wouldn't it be a good start to change the word participation and turn it into participation???

Participation in the rally, participation in the protest, participation in the party, etc., etc...

So maybe we would see an Albanian who thrives thinking and accepting that things change when each of us does our part.

Albania is miserable if we continue to live under the motivation that everyone gets their share.

And if we first agree on such a national action to change the word participation and turn it into participation, we can move on to another proposal for a new word.

Albanian.

What do I think the word pronunciation should mean?

We say over and over that we are the sons of Albania and even our narrative of national pride is based on the eagle and its power.

Eagles soar high, eat reptiles, are proud, noble, protective and attacking.

But we, the sons of Albanians, seem to have lowered our heads and moral and spiritual standards for several decades.

We say that we are sons of Albanians, but if someone tells us, let's raise our heads against the wicked, thieves, tyrants, oppressors and the corrupt, we Albanians become deacons and start crying with expressions like, well, these are left without bread, I'm at work and I'm afraid I'll be fired, so I have a problem with the municipality, etc., etc., etc...

We are Albanian in coffee when we talk about "Big Brother" and "Purputhen", we are Albanian when we talk about our Pelasgian past, we are Albanian when we talk about football and the Anunnaki, we are Albanian even when we fight about Kamala or Trump, Israel or Palestine, etc., etc., but we become deacons when we talk about the mayor, deputy, SP, DP, PL, Rama, Berisha, Meta...

When I say deacon, I'm not talking about swearing at the mayor, deputy, SP, DP, PL, Rama, Berisha, Meta...

Because we curse and complain every day and every minute.

Cursing, complaining, crying, whining and whining are national sports now.

As I have said and written many times before, if all the Jews built the wailing wall in Jerusalem and if they need to cry before God and pray to God they go there, we Albanians have all made a personal wailing wall and when we enter the competition, who has his own wall bigger than the other, we do not cry for God to hear us, but for the other to hear us...

That's why we complain, we cry and whine and whine non-stop every day and earnestly, but because we don't cry so that God will hear us, but so that the other will hear us, we no longer receive an answer from God, and we can't understand that the other doesn't hear us either. can answer, because the other's answer is a more sensational cry...

We have become deacons, cursing and cursing...

Djaksa from inaction, karamana from lack of courage, and cursing and cursing from not answering.

We complain and cry and whine and whine non-stop in every cafe, in every corner, at every wedding, at every wedding, at every circumcision or baptism, at every table, meeting or gathering and we cry and complain so that someone can hear and therefore someone answer us.

But we forget that our personal and national competition for the biggest cry does not place us in listening, but in the biggest competitive competition, and therefore no one can answer us that no one has been listening for decades.

Not listening and not responding tire us out and we end up angry.

When you see so much bile, venom, insults and curses everywhere in coffee shops, chats, social networks, understand that it comes from angry people, who have cried a lot, but no one has heard them and no one has ever answered them.

The poor do not understand that they should stop crying and stop the race of crying to give opportunities for ears to hear and answers to come back to them.

We have confused and turned everything upside down.

We take out our troubles and emotions in shopping as loot.

We forget that problems and solving problems have been, are, should be, and will be a completely personal challenge.

No one talks about their troubles, no one makes a friend out of trouble, no one becomes a party member out of trouble, no one becomes a part of something out of trouble, because this is a recipe for becoming a slave and not for solving trouble.

No matter how big the problem, it remains personal, so no matter how big the challenge to solve the problem, it still remains personal.

There is no need to cry trouble, the complainer and the bully.

We have become melodramatic deacons.

Everywhere melodrama.

Therefore, to become truly sons of Albanians, we do well to raise our heads, values, courage and moral standards.

To fly up, to pronounce.

According to me, Albanian should be turned into a national challenge for spiritual heights, values ??and morals.

Let's decide together to spell because this is the only chance we have to get and answer everything.

Let's get out of the culture of complaining and enter a new time, era and culture of pronunciation.

I know that those who think like Karaman have simple logic.

You tell him: I am Einstein, I am the Genius.

He will say: O brother, I have a problem, do you have any money, do you have power, can you solve any problem for me.

You say: I did the Theory of Relativity.

He will say: Ore, do you have any money, do you have anything in your hand to solve any problem for me?

You say: Yes, I am also Moxarti, I play the piano.

He will tell you: You are leaving, charlatan, fraud, because there was nothing in your bag. You talk nonsense. Don't break the boards.

In short, the complainer and the complainer don't understand, they don't love, they even hate the virtuoso, the honest, the master, and the poor.

Complainers and complainers only want the one who has wealth, fame and power, because only these can solve their problems.

And in such societies, with complainers and bullies, let creative, honest, talented and virtuoso people try as much as they want to stand out...

No one notices them, no one.

In complaining societies, only those who have wealth, fame and power stand out and shine.

The trap is complete.

The complainers want to escape the trouble caused by those in charge.

Only rich scoundrels, corrupt tyrants, and tyrannical politicians have jobs in hand.

As a complaining society, we cry and whine and even curse those who have put us in this state, we call for change, but surprisingly, we only notice the rich who are them, the famous who are they and the powerful who are yes they.

To get out of the trap we have to change the culture.

We have to pronounce.

No more whining and whining.

Time for pronunciation./ CNA