I play lots of roles.
And it already looks like ... i live into more parallel worlds ... feeling so often that actually ... i am sort of a super human.
Of course ... everything i am talking about ... it's just illusory.
Meanwhile ... i keep writing.
Aha ... essays without a real sense ... analysing and defining my so called real life ... claiming i want to redefine everything ... but of course ... it's all a lie.
I just pretend.
I act ... and i react.
Then ... again ... i react.
I keep repeating that it's all an illusion ... but ...
So ... my self therapy sessions ... which i have in front of the public ... are just ... another way of fooling around.
And ... still ... i continue doing it.
I go deeper into my soul.
I try to penetrate myself.
I try to go ... beyond the masks.
I try to understand ... the nonsense.
But ....
So ... i am allowing myself to reveal you ... one more time ... this non-ending show of the absurd.
My own life.
You'll enjoy it ... looking like ... sort of a funny stand up comedy.
Having ... only one real purpose.
To disturb you.
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.