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I write as a form of ... self therapy, somehow admitting I've already become addicted of it. I write about my life. My own experiences. And ... i look so incoherent that you might even start thinking that someone should take my right of being allowed to write. And ... you know why?! Because i write a lot from that state of ... darkness ... while being imprisoned into that cell with invisible walls called ... love story. Being so confused. And ... confusing. But having the gut of revealing all that toxicity from my life. Even if it's related to me ... or to her ... but never really be ...

Love ... changed something. Inside of me ... and I've started to write. Defining my thoughts. My emotions. My feelings. Doing it ... already by years. Of course ... it was also related to sex. All being so ... interconnected. I was in love. As always. Illusory believing i am again in front of ... a soul mate. And ... I am still in love. But ... no matter how much i would deny it ... i never had the peace of mind. Why?! Have no idea ... why... I was ... and still am ... balancing between living in a parallel world ... which I could certainly define as the paradise ... then something is ...

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 ...

It is difficult to understand the human being ... but even worst ... it is even more difficult to understand our own souls. ... our habits. ... our desires. ... our tendencies ... the ones we follow. Everything defines us ... from the past ... present and ... a possible future ... one that might appear in the way we want it to be. And when we start to analyze what is really going on with us ... but also understand that life is ... not just a collection of perceptions and emotions ... we start to keep wondering why the soul is always following so many contradictory directions. Why today we ...

I've wrote the book "The bitch syndrome" as a reply to all what was happening into my life. All being ... real facts, revealed abstractly. Writing. And writing. Defining in fact my frustrations, but most certainly looking like one of the worst misogynist from nowadays times. The real fact is that ... all i've tried is actually a form of self therapy and the tendency of understanding why relationships don't really work on long term. Trying to save ... a love story which most certainly will never work again. But ... keep trying. Finding explanations. Blaming ... my woman. In fact ... my women...

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 ...

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 met Dana maybe 15 years ago. We've worked together on a project. But ... the project delayed so, so much ... that we ended up becoming friends. Easy... easy ... we've started to talk about lots of things ... especially our lives. ... even details ... which had to do with intimacy. We lost contact ... by already few years ... but something still reminds me of her. She was the first woman .... which telling me her life ... made me understand the woman. You see ... firstly she was married with a guy in Norway. ... a wealthy guy. Unfortunately ... he was treating her very bad in there. She ...

To understand the world where you live in… you need to understand first the people from the timeline of your life. And once you start to understand it …. you suddenly realize that most of the feelings, desires and maybe thoughts were only … illusory things that dominated your life. Me and my dear Arij started a philosophical journey … which we sometimes even name philosophical dance. While dancing, we opened our hearts …. being very honest to each other … and concluded to a single thought …. one that defined life as an … illusion. Writing down all what we have in our souls ...

And what if one day … after stop loving someone that you liked so, so much … you decide to replace that big whole from your soul with loving all the people from the timeline of your life?! Today i believe that to understand the life itself we need to experience … love … in whatever form it might appear to us. It sounds weird, or even as a total nonsense … but in the end … following the paths of life …. I always realized that everything comes by itself. Not so long time ago, before becoming 40 …. I heard lots of strange ideas about the change is happening in man’s ...

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 ...

Having dreams is .... normal. We also see people having clear goals ... and it's quite interesting... looking like a more organised person which is dreaming. ... on and on and on. And the truth is ... that the human being could be defined as a machine ... that is always coming up with new and new desires. I look into my past ... and i see myself saying in front of the Universe ... i want that and that ... and that. And ... i can't stop myself ... even if i know that same as Budha said ... the desire itself is the source of all the human pain. I smile realising how i've wasted my life ...

"When you get what you want it's God's direction. When you don't get what you want that's God's protection." I've always wondered why i come into this weird position of not really seeing some of my desires becoming real. No matter how much i would try to see that happening. Or ... want. And it was not only one time like that. Realising that i am actually stopped to get what i desire ...no matter what. Somehow ... of some invisible forces. But ... i also had times when i've been allowed to see my dreams becoming true. So ... today i dare to ask the philosophical question ... why i am or i am...

The book is trying to define the beautiful and the dark side from a man and a woman, that are in love of each other, but not as theory ... but as a result of analyzing facts that are happening on the timeline of the love story. It’s a book about a fairy tale, with 2 lovely characters that are not understanding, but also are not accepting that the meaning of an abstract love ... or an imposible story is to enjoy only the beauty of what is going on. The 2 people from the essays get lost so many times, that not even the people around them can’t see if the story itself is real or not. But ...

Beautiful soul. Sad face. Unhappy human. I look at them. But all look unhappy to me. And i start to wonder what is going on. Also ... what is really the difference between sadness and unhappiness. Unfortunately ... i can't clearly understand. Not yet. I believe i know it ... but it is not true. My mind is full with illusory thoughts. Then i see her. I look at her amazing charm. And i penetrate ... her beautiful soul. ... wondering as an idiot why such a sad face ... and unhappy human being. Cause ... all is illogical. Unfortunately ... this is life. For ugly souls... but also for beautiful ...

Sex, money ... and love too. if you have them all ... then it's excellent. Everyone is looking for the best ingredients of a love story. Some ... even believing they have it all. Or that indeed they have the magic formula. I thought the same. ... few times. And is funny cause I continue writing about the subject ... but not really coming up with magic tricks in front of the public. And you know why?! Well ... because i hate continuing writing theory ... and on the scene of life ... really acting ... ridiculous. By ... a such a long time. But ... today i trend to believe that because of the ...

There are lots of books published every year, with all kinds of theories, but not so many expressing the concept of abstract love. I would define this a reflection of our thoughts into the real life. We call it abstract, cause have nothing to do with the normal dogmatic way of seeing the love stories. Real love, that perfect scenario with the perfect partner, can be seen at any age, depending of the luck our karma allows us to have. But we want it so much, that the Universe allows us this meeting, with only one obstacle which in many cases makes the love story imposible. Thinking in a ...

Still dreaming to be free If you ask a school boy about the ideal life ... that is one without homework and very long vacations. The summer vacation is the ideal time for them ... but still one day the autumn is coming. If you ask an employe in a corporation about the ideal life ... he will say that he would love as the working week to have 2 days of work a day instead of 5. The school boy, no matter the age ... is not feeling free. Years ago ... when he was not in school ... he felt the freedom of doing only what he wanted to do. The employee from the corporation, even if he knows that he ...

All my writings are kind of a … self therapy And i was writing on and on and on …. defining my feelings and thoughts … But it was a little bit funny realizing the contradiction between what i thought, what i felt deep inside of my soul … and how i was acting on the stage of life. … analyzing and defining myself … the one that i thought i was … deep into my soul … and the one from the outside world … i was realizing it’s such a huge difference. And still … i was trying to be better … but all i was doing was … pretending … on and on and on. But why?! Why … this ...

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 ...