It’s a book about a fairy tale, with 2 lovely characters that are not understanding, but also are not accepting that the meaning of an abstract love ... or an imposible story is to enjoy only the beauty of what is going on.
The 2 people from the essays get lost so many times, that not even the people around them can’t see if the story itself is real or not.
But it’s all a journey of accepting the beautiful and the dark side from the person that you love so much.
After the first period when you are blinded by love, it comes the second episode when you see that you are not in love with a god, but with a human being ... and just as you have millions of imperfections ... the same has also that magic person that you fall in love with.
It’s a book that defines the fact that we should accept the things just as they are ... and love with an opened heart ... no matter what is going on.
The nice part is that the book is not a collection of imaginary stories ... but essays that talks about a real story between 2 adults that wants to redefine and also restart their lives ... but in the end just enjoy the fact that they met ... losing any expectation at all as the story to become a real one.
Today you are happy, tomorrow you are not .. and the essays describes this in a very honest, but also beautiful way ... all those amazing moments spent togheter.
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.