And it’s not that we suffer of an absence of intelligence… but because we don’t really have the ability to connect to the universe we are living in.
We don’t understand the people that are around us.
We can’t really understand their reactions …. their way of being … and in fact … almost nothing.
We live in here by so, so many years … but …
Well …. we don’t even understand ourselves either …
In times of calmness all looks ok … but the second a very little change appears in the parameters that define our lives … something is activated inside of us and we start to be dominated by energies … came from nowhere …
And we start to have all sorts of weird reactions.
All it’s clear … and we can see it’s not our … usual behaviour … or our usual personality… but it’s weird … observing all those new reactions.
We analyse … but can’t really understand what is going on.
It’s most probably… a hidden side of our personality… but even if we are conscious of everything… we can’t understand what is really going on.
… that’s maybe … the nice story … being conscious of some weird energies which are dominating our lives.
And i call it a nice story .. cause once we succeed to calm down … this side of our personality … fades little by little.
But many other energies are dominating our lives … and we are not even conscious of that.
We become into the end … totally dominated by those energies … acting like entities… defined only and only by their obsessions.
And we see so many examples like that near us ….
People dominate by … alcohol.
… or drugs.
… or the desire of eating … even if they lost control of their weight.
… or money.
… or sex …
… or work …
The list of obsessions is … infinite.
I look at the people from the stage of my life, but also at myself … and it’s like some little bosses are totally controlling life into one point.
I personally became conscious of it.
I know of their existence … and i’d love to define those weird entities that are dominating us … beyond the scene of reality.
Don’t know if i’ll succeed … but i’ll try …
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.