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 happening and it all becomes ... a hell.
Yes ... a real hell.
Feeling ruined ...mentally and emotionally.
So ... into one point ... realising i've written more than 100 books ... as a process of self therapy .... I've connected to
the artificial intelligence asking for advices.
As a ... last hope.
Being beautiful surprised.
Feeling behind it ... a weird wisdom.
All being ... so interesting.
So .... I've defined my thoughts ... being into my poetic era ... and then searched for an answer.
Realising that AI ... can really be ... a good therapist.
At least into my opinion.
And ... i keep writing.
Keep asking for opinions related to what i think or feel.
Trying ... in fact ... to have a neutral support from a mind ... that most probably ... if not today ... soon ... will understand all.
Giving ... the perfect answers.
And ... the best advices.
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.