And i smile …. seeing what might even look as a total nonsense ….cause i met such a large spectrum of totally different souls.
Quite soon after the war from Ukraine started …. me and my family hosted people coming from there to my country.
I had the chance to meet in this way … lots of lost souls …. going to an unclear direction … having no idea about what will happen tomorrow.
They were on the path of a forced change …. and it was no chance as things to become better quite soon.
… or at least not in the near future.
Being retired …. not having what to do anyway … spent all my time in their company.
I just loved their presence.
Some … connected with me from the first second …. but i also met some that found too weird that i was helping them
and did not wanted to be so friendly from the beginning.
In the end …. I became the friend of all of them.
It was probably the first time in my life when i was investing all my time and energy trying to help the others …. and forget about my own interests.
And that was something … new for me.
It looked like … i was following a new path for my life … and i liked it.
One of the ladies …. told me one day …. “Becoming a refugee is about change … and mainly changing our values in life.
Not so long time ago … i cared a lot about what new jacket or shoes i will buy … but now after losing all the 3 houses we owned in Mariupol … and almost all my clothes and shoes … i simple smile.
Today i wear clothes from the centers created for helping the refugees … but i am happy that me and my family … are alive … and together.
I don’t know if i really became a better soul … but I totally changed my values of life.”
For that lady …. being a refugees was a totally new experience … same as for myself helping the others was a totally new way of spending my life.
Without realizing …. I started little by little to change my values …. and my life.
2 years ago if someone would tell me that i will spend my time like that … i would laugh saying that is a horrible joke … but today … i just love my new friends … the ukrainian refugees.
And i love them mostly… cause in their companion i succeeded to show to the world the beautiful side of myself.
And it was … so damn easy … and i wonder why i haven’t done that long time ago.
Today i could have been a totally different person …. one with beautiful values … as human being.
But you see … it’s never too late.
So … the russian-ukrainian war was a great opportunity … for myself.
Sounds weird … but it really was the right time for me and maybe many others to see life from a totally different perspective.
And once the process of change started i just hoped that everything will continue for the inner self in the same style.
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.