Beyond the boundaries ... of the human being: philosophical & spiritual essays
About this ebook
I am ... writing.
Yes ... i keep writing.
I keep .... expressing myself ... even if many of the things i write .. are actually a clear evidence of the ... nonsense ... which is dominating my whole existence.
Yes ... i keep writing ... doing it as a self therapy ... which i need a lot.
It's sort of a ... treatment.
I do it everyday.
Day ... by day.
And days are passing ... then weeks ... then months ... but nothing improves.
No ...
Life still continues ... as a story about the nonsense into its absolute form.
So ... i keep expressing myself ... having nothing to say ... but illusory expecting to receive important messages ... from my inner soul.
Maybe ... all is an abstract tendency of going beyond the boundaries ... of my being.
And ... i desperately try it.
Expressing ...
Expressing ...
Expressing ...
But ... not saying anything.
Most probably ... i am still disconnected of the inner self.
And ... no matter as much as i try ... nothing changes.
I guess it's normal.
I am an ordinary human being ... same as the others ... dominated by the nonsense ... without any real control on myself ... and ...
Well ... life continues anyway.
I also continue to write.
I continue to express ... that "nothing" from inside of myself.
Looking ... like useless
But ... i am just doing my therapy sessions.
On ... and on and on ...
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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.
