IMPRISONED ... into realities which i dislike: essays about duality
About this ebook
In front of the life itself.
In front of the Universe.
But ... mainly in front of her.
Yes ... in front of this woman ... which was making my reality a hell.
Making me insane.
For real.
This is how i've came into a point of hating all related to life.
Reality itself.
But ... damn it ... she was so, so tricky ... knowing how to make me ... continue.
Torturing me.
Also ... loving my soul into a way in how i could not resist her.
The funny thing was that the moment when i was so, so happy into her arms ... something happened ... always another psychological game ... and the dynamic changed.
Everything being perfect.
Then ... the story being metamorphosed into a nightmare.
Moving into a vicious circle ... but deeply feeling i am
actually imprisoned.
By ... her magic.
All looking like ... a spell.
And ... yes ... i try to escape... but i fail.
Feeling too dominated.
Even enslaved.
I guess ... she's a real strong woman ... and in front of her charm ... her beauty ... i become so ... weak.
Becoming in fact ... a victim.
Her victim.
Probably ... victim number 836 ... and i am sure that i'm not going to be the last.
Meanwhile ... the charade continues.
I am with her.
I like and dislike it.
I am happy that she's into my life, but i also have many moments of hating her so, so much.
So ... loving and hating her.
Complaining so much ... and writing books about it ... but begging her ... not to leave.
Certainly ... being illogical.
But that's life.
That's a love story about.
Being so, so atypically ... but also ... illogically.
So ... I continue writing.
Being so, so confused.
Also confusing for the public ... cause all is ... an emotional dance.
A show of contradictory emotions ... too difficult to be understood.
Even by the 2 of us.
About the author
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.
