A new illusory tendency of trying to understand the weird dynamic of love relationships.
Trying to understand ... why the hell i can't be happy near this woman i desperately love.
Failing.
Failing ... again and again.
Cause ... you see ... into the beginning i really thought i will be happy ... hoping so much i'll get from her what i really want... but always ending up experiencing ... the absurd.
So ... the question is why?!
Why?!
Why?!
Why?!
Meanwhile ... i still write.
Analysing and defining ... but unfortunately feeling i am too weak as a man ... and i can't really change anything at all.
Yes ... not being able to redefine the absurd.
The miserable scenario i am experiencing... with all those women from the stage of my life.
As always ... I've written the so called "introduction" at the end ... and even if into the last page of the book i claim that i have no real conclusions ... i could probably say that it's too much for myself to really understand ... the game of duality.
So ... i am just balancing emotionally between enjoying my love stories and being somehow destroyed of the fact that i've decided to join duality.
And ... It's simply too much for my brain ... or too much for my soul to endure as ... pain.
But ... as i said in many other books published into the past ... i keep writing as a form of self-therapy ... trying in fact to see how i can be happy ... as any other human being ... even if all looks as a nonsense.
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.