I analyse and define it.
... in micro details.
But ... most importantly ... i experience it.
So, so intense.
On and on and on.
Obviously ... being karmic.
Trying to reveal me ... things which i don't really know.
Allowing all to continue.
And ... it's not that it's really an option to allow it ... but i already do it with joy.
With full acceptance.
Illusory hoping that I'll actually have the power to redefine ... the story.
But ...
Yeah ... that's not the real purpose.
That's not the meaning.
And ... i had to have in mind the meaning.
The lesson.
See the dance of energies beyond reality ... feel the trend ... and …
Yeah ... follow the vibes.
So ... i wake up ... i prepare a coffee and then i stay on sofa ... writing and writing.
... for hours.
Still feeling ... the emotional.
Writing in fact about my so called dramas ... traumas.
Trying to understand.
Trying to ...
But ... it's all in vain.
Into the end ... even if I write so, so much ... I actually don't really understand ... what is happening.
Like many of you.
So ... i am having the self therapy sessions ... and express all i feel and think ... but being so confused ... i end up confusing a lot.
Everyone.
The clear evidence ... that i am still anchored into duality.
And ...
I guess ... the only conclusion is that not really knowing how to explain to me the laws of the universe ... the Infinite Intelligence simply sent this woman ... to torture me.
Hoping that ... maybe i wake up.
Unfortunately ... i still delay the process.
For sure ... until it will be too late.
Much too late.
I've started to write my first book at 16 ... but then ... realizing i could not publish it ... i've abandoned the idea of being a ... writer.
20 years later ... i've started to write again ... believing i will finally succeed ... but i've failed one more time ... not getting the success i was chasing for.
Another 5 years later ... i've started one more time to write ... but this time ... more as a therapy.
It's what i've defined as ... self therapy.
I was analyzing and defining lots of weird ideas ... that were a lot related to me ... and my own soul.
I totally forgot that i was chasing for success.
I was simple writing my thoughts ... in essays ... becoming this way ... maybe not a writer .... but what many define as ... an essayist.
This is not a poet ... and not a writer.
Or maybe is kind of a poet that is incapable of writing poetry ... but is still expressing his thoughts ... into a similar way ... as a poet.
And is not a writer ... cause have not the ability to write for too long time ... about the same subject.
But maybe i am not an essayist... either.
I am just an ordinary person ... that could be better defined ... as a thinker.
Analyzing ... and defining my life ... practicing this process called ... self therapy ... i started to understand life ... and the way to better paths which i should follow.
And i've wrote ... and wrote ... and wrote ... realizing one day that i've published tens of books .... not really understanding how the hell I've succeeded doing that.
Today i dare to recommend writing ... as a therapy.
I could even say ... it's a simple way of understanding who we are ... but also a process that could help us ... heal our souls.
I personally continue to ... write.
It's in fact ... a non ending story that ... at least for myself ... will probably continue for the rest of my life.
But over all ... i am glad ... i am doing it.
I continue my philosophical journey ... not being able to define myself for clear as a writer or an essayist... but ...
Well .... most probably... i am on a good path.
And ... i would dare to recommend to everyone ... all what i am doing today.