LOVING: ... but not understanding where the path goes
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At least this is how it looked from outside, but something was missing.
Well ... it was her again.
He was missing seeing her ... touching her ... whispering her beautiful words.
But who was ... her?!
The wife?!
The mistress?!
The mistress of that guy that hates him?!
The lady from the shop ... that is always smiling to him?!
That lady ... the client ... that he is walking with her in park from time to time?!
No ...
Maybe that lady, from an unknown country ... that he chats with him when she feels really depressed?!
No, no, no.
It’s just that beautiful lady from a past life, that keeps appearing on and on and on.
She disappears ... says it is forever ... then she’s changing her mind ... thinking again how it should be ... to try it one more time.
Well ... It was the perfect love story.
Strong feelings on both sides.
Perfect chemistry.
Maybe even the moment when they met was perfect ... even if it was not looking as that.
But ... they were on a pathless path ... from the early beginning to the end that actually never came.
Nobody around understood what is really going on.
Not even the 2 of them.
He wanted her ... in his life ... one more time.
... and she wanted the same.
The path?!
Well ... there is no real path or if it is one ... that path actually goes in a direction we don’t really know about.
But ... this is the beauty of the real life.
No plan.
Spontaneity.
Connection.
... and expect having great experiences together ... without expecting in fact anything at all from the partner.
The love story ... should be ... a dance in 2, under the moon, a bottle of champagne, 2 glasses ... whispering “i love you” all the time ... and nothing much.
A path ... of joy ... the joy of being together ... one more time.
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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.
