{"id":4321,"date":"2025-10-02T11:02:44","date_gmt":"2025-10-02T11:02:44","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/nelidemi.al\/?p=4321"},"modified":"2025-10-02T12:11:26","modified_gmt":"2025-10-02T12:11:26","slug":"kush-je-ti-bota-do-te-ta-thote-nese-nuk-e-di-vete","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/nelidemi.al\/?p=4321","title":{"rendered":"Kush je ti? Bota do t\u00eb ta thot\u00eb, n\u00ebse nuk e di vet\u00eb"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\"><em>\u201cThe world will ask you who you are, and if you don\u2019t know, the world will tell you.\u201d<br>Nj\u00eb th\u00ebnie q\u00eb shpesh i atribuohet Karl Jung-ut (nuk jam i sigurt p\u00ebr k\u00ebt\u00eb gj\u00eb), m\u00eb nxiti t\u00eb shkruaj k\u00ebt\u00eb tekst sapo e lexova<\/em>.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\"><strong>Pyetja q\u00eb nuk pret gjat\u00eb<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">N\u00eb jet\u00ebn time si psikiat\u00ebr e psikoterapist e kam d\u00ebgjuar n\u00eb forma t\u00eb ndryshme k\u00ebt\u00eb pyetje: \u201cKush jam un\u00eb?\u201d Ndonj\u00ebher\u00eb e thot\u00eb nj\u00eb grua q\u00eb ka jetuar gjith\u00eb jet\u00ebn p\u00ebr t\u00eb qen\u00eb \u201ce bija e dikujt\u201d apo \u201cgruaja e dikujt\u201d. Ndonj\u00ebher\u00eb e thot\u00eb nj\u00eb burr\u00eb i lodhur q\u00eb nuk ka qen\u00eb kurr\u00eb vetvetja, vet\u00ebm \u201ci forti i lagjes\u201d, roli q\u00eb ia vuri n\u00eb fillim familja e pastaj bota. Kjo pyetje nuk \u00ebsht\u00eb kurr\u00eb e but\u00eb. \u00cbsht\u00eb ther\u00ebse, nganj\u00ebher\u00eb si thik\u00eb. Dhe bota nuk pret p\u00ebrgjigjen t\u00ebnde: n\u00ebse nuk flet, t\u00eb v\u00eb nj\u00eb mask\u00eb n\u00eb fytyr\u00eb.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\"><strong>Maska q\u00eb ngjitet<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">N\u00eb terapi, maska fillon t\u00eb shfaqet si di\u00e7ka e pad\u00ebmshme: nj\u00eb sjellje e p\u00ebrs\u00ebritur, nj\u00eb fjal\u00eb q\u00eb nuk \u00ebsht\u00eb e jotja apo nj\u00eb buz\u00ebqeshje q\u00eb t\u00eb mban pezull. Por shpejt kupton se maska nuk \u00ebsht\u00eb m\u00eb vet\u00ebm n\u00eb fytyr\u00eb, \u00ebsht\u00eb ngjitur n\u00eb l\u00ebkur\u00eb. Dhe at\u00ebher\u00eb krijohet boshll\u00ebku. N\u00eb terapi e sip\u00ebr kam par\u00eb sy q\u00eb ndri\u00e7ojn\u00eb p\u00ebr nj\u00eb moment, at\u00ebher\u00eb kur njeriu kupton se gjith\u00eb jet\u00ebn ka jetuar me identitetin q\u00eb bota i ka dh\u00ebn\u00eb dhe bashk\u00eb me at\u00eb drit\u00eb, kam par\u00eb edhe dhimbjen q\u00eb sjell ky zbulim.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\"><strong>Shqip\u00ebria dhe pasqyrat e shtremb\u00ebruara<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">N\u00eb vendin ton\u00eb kjo plag\u00eb \u00ebsht\u00eb edhe m\u00eb e mpreht\u00eb. Historia jon\u00eb ka qen\u00eb nj\u00eb histori e t\u00eb qenit t\u00eb em\u00ebrtuar nga t\u00eb tjer\u00ebt: diktatura q\u00eb t\u00eb thoshte kush duhet t\u00eb jesh, pushteti i sot\u00ebm q\u00eb shpesh t\u00eb fut n\u00eb nj\u00eb kategori p\u00ebr t\u00eb t\u00eb kontrolluar, emigrimi q\u00eb t\u00eb jep nj\u00eb em\u00ebr t\u00eb ri, nj\u00eb identitet q\u00eb nuk \u00ebsht\u00eb plot\u00ebsisht i yti. \u00cbsht\u00eb sikur t\u00eb jetosh gjithmon\u00eb p\u00ebrball\u00eb nj\u00eb pasqyre t\u00eb shtremb\u00ebruar. Dhe ndonj\u00ebher\u00eb, n\u00eb vend q\u00eb t\u00eb pyes\u00ebsh \u201cKush jam un\u00eb?\u201d, pranon versionin q\u00eb sheh aty.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\"><strong>Guximi i t\u00eb qenit vetvetja<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Por ky \u00ebsht\u00eb edhe shansi yn\u00eb m\u00eb i madh: t\u00eb mos mbetemi t\u00eb burgosur t\u00eb pasqyr\u00ebs s\u00eb bot\u00ebs. N\u00eb dhom\u00ebn time t\u00eb terapis\u00eb, shpesh m\u00eb vjen nd\u00ebr mend se sa i v\u00ebshtir\u00eb \u00ebsht\u00eb ky guxim: t\u00eb heq\u00ebsh mask\u00ebn, t\u00eb shoh\u00ebsh fytyr\u00ebn t\u00ebnde, t\u00eb pranosh plag\u00ebt, frik\u00ebrat, historin\u00eb. Por vet\u00ebm aty fillon liria. Jo liria abstrakte e fjalimeve politike, por liria intime e njeriut q\u00eb thot\u00eb: \u201cKy jam un\u00eb, me drit\u00ebn dhe me hijen time.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\"><strong>Nj\u00eb reflektim personal<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Si \u00e7do njeri, shpesh e kam ndjer\u00eb presionin e bot\u00ebs q\u00eb do t\u00eb m\u00eb tregoj\u00eb kush jam. Politika, opinioni publik, madje edhe pritshm\u00ebrit\u00eb e njer\u00ebzve pran\u00eb meje. \u00cbsht\u00eb nj\u00eb betej\u00eb e p\u00ebrditshme p\u00ebr t\u00eb mos e lejuar k\u00ebt\u00eb z\u00eb t\u00eb b\u00ebhet m\u00eb i fort\u00eb se z\u00ebri im i brendsh\u00ebm. Dhe k\u00ebt\u00eb betej\u00eb, secili prej nesh mund dhe duhet t\u2019a b\u00ebj\u00eb i vet\u00ebm.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Ndoshta nuk ka pyetje m\u00eb t\u00eb vjet\u00ebr se ajo q\u00eb na v\u00eb p\u00ebrball\u00eb bot\u00ebs dhe vetes: \u201cKush jam un\u00eb?\u201d<br>N\u00eb fund t\u00eb dit\u00ebs, nuk \u00ebsht\u00eb \u00e7\u00ebshtje filozof\u00ebsh, as psikoanalist\u00ebsh, as politikan\u00ebsh. \u00cbsht\u00eb \u00e7\u00ebshtje e \u00e7do njeriu q\u00eb sheh pasqyr\u00ebn dhe pyet veten n\u00ebse ajo q\u00eb shfaqet aty \u00ebsht\u00eb fytyra e tij apo maska q\u00eb bota ia ka dh\u00ebn\u00eb. Dhe ndoshta guximi m\u00eb i madh nuk \u00ebsht\u00eb t\u00eb kesh nj\u00eb p\u00ebrgjigje t\u00eb plot\u00eb, por t\u00eb mos lejojm\u00eb q\u00eb t\u00eb tjer\u00ebt t\u00eb na japin nj\u00eb t\u00eb rreme.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>\u201cThe world will ask you who you are, and if you don\u2019t know, the world will tell you.\u201dNj\u00eb th\u00ebnie q\u00eb shpesh i atribuohet Karl Jung-ut (nuk jam i sigurt p\u00ebr k\u00ebt\u00eb gj\u00eb), m\u00eb nxiti t\u00eb shkruaj k\u00ebt\u00eb tekst sapo e lexova. Pyetja q\u00eb nuk pret gjat\u00eb N\u00eb jet\u00ebn time si psikiat\u00ebr e psikoterapist e kam [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":4322,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_monsterinsights_skip_tracking":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_active":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_note":"","_monsterinsights_sitenote_category":0,"footnotes":""},"categories":[84],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-4321","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-blog"],"aioseo_notices":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/nelidemi.al\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4321","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/nelidemi.al\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/nelidemi.al\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/nelidemi.al\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/nelidemi.al\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=4321"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/nelidemi.al\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4321\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":4325,"href":"https:\/\/nelidemi.al\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4321\/revisions\/4325"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/nelidemi.al\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/media\/4322"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/nelidemi.al\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=4321"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/nelidemi.al\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=4321"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/nelidemi.al\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=4321"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}