Still Untitled

The first thing I always asked myself was: how do I start writing a book? Why should I even write one? Should I follow any writing rules? Were there things that should not be said? And the answer to all of that was — it doesn’t matter. It really doesn’t. We are all part of nature, we are what we choose to be, even when we don’t decide who we are. Surely, we will still be “someone,” even if we didn’t want to be.

Here begins a new story — one where I am a writer, where I enjoy writing, and it makes me feel good. It helps me relax, to travel among the stars and return… to my three stars (Virgo), as beautiful as ever. This book is nothing more than a collection of my experiences as a man, a human being — my ideas, thoughts, illusions, my past, my present… and perhaps even my future?

One of the most unsettling things in life is life itself. Why are we alive? What awaits us on the other side? Does “the other side” even exist? There are countless answers to this, each person convinced of their own truth. As for me, I still find it all very confusing. Life remains a paradox — the strangest and most fascinating thing of all.

Now, at 27 years old, I realize that whether we like it or not, we’ve walked a long way to get where we are. It’s funny how this world is driven by everything and anything. There are dead ends, and roads with no return. Some say we should enjoy the journey — and they’re right — but anyone who claims the past and future aren’t part of our present is lying. It's healthier not to dwell on the past or worry about the future, but the truth is, we’re constantly connected to both — just in different proportions, person to person, depending on balance. Without that balance, we stumble.

It's inevitable to think about the future. We’re becoming more impatient; immediacy has taken over. There are no brakes in our lives. The past is like a scar — or sometimes a sweet memory. But the truth is: it’s often easier to remember the bad than the good. Still, nothing a bit of intentional effort to remember the good things can’t help — it doesn’t erase the bad, but it helps.

It’s fascinating to see how differently people perceive the world, defend their ideas, their beliefs — each so certain of their truth. As if truth were absolute. To me, it often seems like many don’t even know what they’re saying or doing — they’re just following instinct, like I do. Certainties in this world are like water — tasteless.

Clashes of realities, endless global inequality, fraud, betrayal, genocide… the Earth is an endless mystery. I’ve decided not to believe everything I hear, but at the same time, not to discard something just because I once heard it. Simple as that. You are your own trap. You can choose for yourself — and even if you don’t, you’ll have chosen in some way. But even that isn’t a certainty.

Nothing is certain. We are more foolish than we think. What we are truly good at is being arrogant, ungrateful, and unjust toward one another. It seems we’ve inherited evil itself. We are extremely cruel to everything and everyone. Yes — you, me, all of us — we are cruel. But that doesn’t mean we have to be that way all the time. Whenever we have the chance to do something truly good, we should do it — even if we’re still cruel in other ways. Doing good doesn’t erase who you are, but it proves that goodness exists within you, no matter the percentage.

Even the person considered the most cruel in the world — considered so by the media, and that’s already a subjective matter — likely had someone they deeply loved. They probably loved their family — maybe even more than a peaceful citizen does. Maybe. Does that make them worse than me? Some might say no, but I say yes — because that’s how I think. And there lies the paradox: how can someone so cruel be sweet and loving with their family? That makes everything more complex in this dualistic world.

If we look through a religious lens, we are taught to be good Samaritans, to live with compassion, to act selflessly, to love our neighbors. Yet it’s also the greatest contradiction — many of those who believe in peace are still at war. They pray for blessings to win their battles. As absurd as it sounds, even the Bible recounts war with divine intervention — especially in the Old Testament.

This is a sensitive subject, I know. But I find it hard to believe in those stories of divine severity. It’s as if Earth is already filled with angels of good and evil, and we’re just fighting each other — each one from a different kingdom, each one under different protection.

To be continued...

JMM