Honestly ... i've not really understood the title.
... even if it was written by me.
Today ... either.
So i've started ... again as a self therapy to understand what is my real spiritual level.
Experiencing incredible lies into my life ... but realising it ... I've became aware that it was all an illusion.
And ... I've defined all as that.
Later on ... believing i am totally changed I've started this book called ... "The illusion of ... not being into the illusion" ... but still i felt ridiculous.
Yes.
I had this sensation.
Even pathetic.
I was into the illusion ... but i was so, so stupid to believe that i am not experiencing that anymore.
That ... i am awake.
And ... the Universe was laughing of me, behind my back.
On and on and on.
I was writing.
Defining all.
... even in micro details.
But i guess i was even in a lower spiritual level cause i was experiencing lies ... believing i can't be fooled anymore.
So ... i was still fighting.
... instead of smiling.
Or ... even laughing.
I could do it, but i was still blind.
Still in duality.
Still in illusion.
I was only having the weird illusory sensation of being or not being into this illusion of the self.
Balancing ... between believing contradictory ideas
... about the same thing.
But ... all was a lie.
Even all i thought or felt.
Meanwhile i was continuing my writing ... hoping that anything will improve.
And ... the charade still continues ...
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.