ADDICTED TO ADDICTIONS: essays about duality
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I write about it.
... with obsession.
I am really addicted about anything related to the subject.
So ... my books really look illogically ... and ...
But ... I continue to do it.
I analyse and define the weird behaviour of the human being ... on the stage of life.
Everything we define as nonsense, but we continue to do it ... again and again.
Until ... we realise that everything became ... pathetic and we can't hide it anymore.
Being revealed so ... obviously.
My only real conclusion into the end is that we actually became addicted of addictions ... and even if we try to stop ourselves ... and succeed it ... one addiction is replaced of another one.
All being repeated.
Well ... today ... i try do be honest when i write.
... becoming my own therapist.
Admitting that i am in fact into a vicious circle ... acting like being indeed addicted of addictions.
Continuing my life ... just like that.
But ... still ... i do all my best to live without masks.
Refusing to be ashamed.
Understanding and accepting it's all part of this script called ... life.
My life.
I talk ... so opened ... about it.
So ... I write about anything related to the dark side of the human being.
But ... mainly about me.
Cause ... i am not afraid any more of expressing all what i think, believe ... or feel.
No matter ... what that is.
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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.
