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1+1=1 ... losing our identities Being in love ... is a totally different way of experiencing life. Being in love ... is amazing. But … love is not for everyone. Yes ... Not any of us can understand and accept the illogical rules of love. And ... the truth is ... we are afraid of getting lost ... of losing our souls ... our identities ... our minds. I was in love. ... not only one time. I dare to write about love ... cause i was into that ... heaven ... but unfortunately the emotional balance made me feel ... the hell too. Love is ... duality. I've felt it. I've strongly felt it. And I've ...

Being lost ... seen as an addiction ... I couldn't find myself. ... by a long, long time. I was trying to find something ... which could help me heal my soul ... but most certainly it was not going to be an easy process. I needed ... therapy. But ... of course ... i could not accept something like that. I was already writing by few years. ... doing it as self therapy. And ... still .... I was feeling i needed more than that. I didn't knew what ... but i knew that the right experience will be revealed to me. Sooner or later. But ... one day ... i've heard that the war started. Lots of ...

Depression is not … what it looks like. And yes … I would even dare to define it as a … blessing. I started to write the book …. “Depression … the gateway to the real happiness” … trying to understanding the unhappiness from my own soul … but also trying to guide myself to get out from such a mental state. I saw depression lots of times … all around myself … somehow being afraid of it … but also realizing it is not …. what it looks like. Today …. analyzing my own case …. I realize it is a signal … that says we were unhappy …. for too many days into the row....

We always try to understand our thoughts and emotions regarding the relationships we are involved in. And so many times … we fail in interpreting the meaning behind all what is going on. We simple don’t understand it. We believe it’s a love story … or even the love story of our lives …. or a very good friendship … but it always has an ugly end. And damn it … it was the perfect case scenario of a connection between 2 souls. The meaning of all what happened …. becomes a nonsense. Someone that used to be a good friend … or a soul mate if it’s about a love story … becomes ...

Not understanding where the path goes He had ... kind of a perfect life. 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,...

Karmic stories … are ugly … or at least this is what we believe about them … but realizing we need to analyze and define their meaning very clear … and then try to redefine our inner self … it’s most probably a must. Karmic energies are real … even if we believe it or not … and it’s not easy to get rid of them. But we could start to accept that …. as part of life … and also as a spiritual journey … which we need to follow into this Universe. It might not make sense at all … but … the real truth is always revealed later …

Identifying the illusion is not enough. But smiling is sometimes the only … option. You see … when we connect to people, we also connect to their inner worlds. And we see so, so many ideas, emotions, perceptions … such a large spectrum … that we don’t really understand most of the times. Sometimes … we ignore them. Sometimes .. we connect to those universes .. believing they are real and we somehow become part of them. No one ever told us … that we don’t have to believe that something is … real. We could simple look at the image from the front of our eyes … just as we ...

What is the non sense? What is behind it? What is hided in the things that makes no sense at all?! Why we have them in our lives?! Who’s responsible of generating that?! Are we attracting the non sense ... or we are the ones behind the creation of it?! Should we accept it ... or simple smile in front of it ... and actually understand that the non sense itself is the expression of the fact that we are on a journey on a pathless path?! Lots of question ... and maybe no real answer. Or maybe lots of answers ... but none of them is satisfying us. I was reading tons of books ... with the hope ...

I had in mind to write the book “I was the prisoner … but also the guardian” … as the desire of revealing the truth about the prison where i was living … by a long, long time. But i did not knew how to define … better. I was not understanding completely the subject … and i’ve tried so, so much to clarify with myself … what it’s wrong …. Suddenly… one day … i’ve realized … that i was just pretending i did not knew why my life was looking that way. I felt like a prisoner of a reality with i hated … but i was not seeing the guardians … any of them. And the ...

The real change will come only when you will accept it inside your soul ... There are so many books about change or success, that you will not have enough time to read them during this life time. Sometimes looking for a huge success that could complete our lives ... the change is just part of the script. And success indeed can’t come without the change. But what is the change?! Can you do it by yourself, or you just need special help from different people?! Or maybe the real change can come only from inside of us ... and the only real help as it to happen is to accept it ... not only want...

Most probably ... feeling and being a lost soul ... has lots of karmic values. ... usually not seen. Especially ... by all the ones which have such a status. Today ... i smile ... understanding the hided secrets ... whispered in such cases by the Universe. And still ... i was always fascinated about the subject. I've read ... a lot of books. Look at documentary movies. Studied … about the nazis concentration camps ... or the communist ones. ... or japanese ones. One day ... a weird question ... appeared into my mind. So weird ... that i've considered it ... a total nonsense. But ... ...

Not so long time ago ... I've written the book "THE ILLUSION ... OF BEING PART OF AN ILLUSION". 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...

The weird thing is that even if we are free beings … we feel like prisoners … trapped into an unwanted reality. And all looks a lot with a … nice concentration camp. Today … i see unhappiness everywhere. At poor people … but also at people that have all what they ever wanted. All look like prisoners into a weird prison … generated mainly by their thoughts. Unhappiness… is not depression. No… Hell no … This unhappiness i am talking about… is simple the result of the fact that happiness is not there. Is not such a big suffer …. but people are conscious that life is not ...

I've used to write about addictions ... and I've adored doing it. I did it while being addicted, but also after. Today i smile reading those thoughts, realising that in fact it was all an ... illusion. Unfortunately ... I needed that. And i don't regret it. Yes ... i have absolutely no regret that things happened, the way happened. Meanwhile ... i am smiling ... reading those thoughts from my books with love essays. Many would say ... i was pathetic. At that time i had considered myself ... authentic. I felt that i am not anymore into the illusion of ... normality. But the philosophical ...

We always want something. We always want ... what we don't have ... or maybe can't have. Or ... what can't belong to us. Saying "I want" ... is a lot related with the world of desires ... but carries lots of influences ... which we don't really know they exist. Rarely ... i dare to ask ... seeing myself doing lots of stupid things ... "What do i want?! What do i really want?!" And ... honestly speaking .... I can't really find a logical explanation ... in many of those occasions. I had times ... when I've promised myself that i will wake up ... and looking into the mirror ... seeing again ...

Have you even asked yourself why so many people in this world are living an unhappy life?! But what about you?! Are you a happy person ... or not?! And if not ... have you ever thought why?! Is just a simple question, same as you would ask yourself why you don’t know skying ... if you never took lessons for that?! You see ... truth be told ... in school we’ve learnt lots of things, including complicated math formulas, languages that we will never use in life, chemistry issues that will not serve us with nothing etc etc ... but no one ever bothered to teach us at least a short list with ...

I've begun to write about the concept duality man-woman ... starting from the metaphorical expression "Being phlegmed seen as ... normality". Trying to understand ... the woman. In fact ... women, but pretending ... i am speaking just about ... one. Realistically ... somehow understanding ... it's nothing to understand. Cause all ... it's a crap. A weird illogical cocktail of good and bad energies. Taking everything as real ... even it's always been ... illusory. So, so damn ... illusory. And being on the stage ... claiming i am an author ... in front of a public ... that i never interact ...

I write ... trying to understand my own thoughts and trends. Especially ... my unconscious. Realising ... that all i chase for is ... la creme de la creme. Anything else ... being irrelevant. At least for me. Today ... And ... i keep writing, understanding i don't have any real conclusions ... or probably ... not even one. Meanwhile ... i allow to my soul to connect to ... love. In fact ... realistically speaking ... connecting and disconnecting. Adoring it ... but the next moment when i dislike anything ... i just disconnect. Disappearing. Hoping ... that the beautiful moment will be ...

Sometimes we see life ... weird. But there are times when we also see it in a beautiful way. This balance will always be there. I became a writer, by writing simple quotes on my phone. Writing on and on and on. I was meditating a lot ... what life is about ... and in fact ... what my life actually means. After almost 3 years i started to look to all those thoughts ... which were simple ideas ... but were mine. There were defining me. And i became deeper and deeper. I was exploring all my thoughts and feelings. Today ... reading again all those things i wrote ... i just smile. I see the ...

I was a hotel owner. A businessperson. I managed a comfortable life, owned a decent-sized hotel and a small complex of houses just outside the city. My world was tidy, predictable, built on balance sheets and bookings. But everything changed in a matter of days. Not just for me—but for hundreds of others who arrived with nothing but fear in their eyes and the clothes on their backs. When the war started in Ukraine, I didn't plan to get involved. I watched the news like everyone else, shocked and angry. I saw the images—families separated, cities bombed, people running with no clear ...