LIE ... AS LIFE: philosophical & spiritual essays
या ई-पुस्तकाविषयी
The human being is ... illogical.
It always was .... and will always be.
Allowing ... the nonsense to dominate all the time.
Somehow ... is a paradox.
But in the real life ... we paint so, so nicely the lies ... into an abstract way .... that we might even believe all is ... good.
I've believed the same.
... many, many times.
Obviously ... ignoring or rejecting the real truth.
And ... i try to understand myself.
See ... the logic of my behaviour.
Unfortunately ... all is a total nonsense.
I just prefer ... the lies.
Especially ... the ones said into a beautiful way.
Between a lie ... and the real truth ... I'll always accept to live ... in illusion.
But ... you know why?!
Well ... most certainly ... the truth hurts too much.
Yes ... life is not perfect.
My life .... either.
So ... i'll just continue living in illusion ... till all will be so obvious ... that i can't deny the truth.
Most certainly .... it will be late.
... much too late.
I've became aware that my time is limited ... and one day ... my life will end ... and i'll prove that I've wasted all my existence ... but ....
Maybe ... i am just a coward.
... like many, many others.
Probably ... same as you.
Living ... in lies is a way of living.
The way ... in how we waste our existences.
... by thousands of years.
Yes ... we don't care about truth.
... about awakening.
About learning ... the lessons beyond ... the nonsense.
But ... this is the way we are.
And we should just accept it.
Maybe .... define what is going on.
Also ... why?!
Analyse deeply so that into the end we should just redefine our attitude in front of ... the lies.
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लेखकाविषयी
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.
