Totally forgetting ... or probably not accepting that everything into this world is ephemeral.
For me ... and anyone else.
But ... i continue the same journey.
Trying.
Trying.
And trying.
Always failing ... but pretending i can be naive for the rest of my life.
Allowing myself to push everything ... till it becomes obvious for everyone that i am nothing than ... an idiot.
One having ... no dignity at all.
Or at least ... not being able to show and prove it.
So ... i write ... again as a form of abstract therapy ... every single day ... but also keep trying lots a new things ... just to continue being with ... her.
Hoping.
Dreaming.
Of course ... all being in vain.
So ... the book itself is one about abstract motivation ... revealing into the end the ugly truth that even if sometimes we don't agree with the Universe ... we should probably meditate over the concept of ... pathless path.
Until it's not too late ... to become a pathetic pathless path.
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.