I meditate.
I write.
I do it every single day ... as a mental exercise ... but always keeping in mind that it's actually a must ... to keep wondering myself weird questions.
And ... i look at Carla ... begging her to answer me ... why i am so obsessed about being with her.
Asking this question ... repeatedly ... till a point when actually the answer comes to me ... by itself.
Being revealed ... by an inner voice ... whispering ... "Being with her ... connecting ... accessing femininity ... and becoming one while mixing contradictory energies ... the ones from inside of you, but also her energies ... is the path of accessing duality in its absolute form.
And ..."
So ... i can probably understand for real the world i am living in ... just by being near her ... perfectly synchronising ... becoming one body and one soul.
Experiencing duality into a perfect way.
Enjoying it.
And ... of course ... all has to do a lot with sexuality ... cause many, many times ... it's all beyond the power expressed by words.
So ... i allow myself to be overwhelmed of the emotional ... again and again.
Then meditate.
... trying to write what i think or feel.
Yeah ... having my daily therapy sessions in front of the public ... trying in fact to understand ... why is so great while in bed with this damn woman which i am so in love with.
Illusory?!
Nonsense?!
Absurd?!
No.
Certainly not.
But ... it's all a sort of a philosophical journey.
Conclusion?!
Probably ... no one.
Cause ... i am still confused.
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.