It might sound Utopian, and it’s not.

Throughout the history of humankind, leaders have used and abused power and fear to condition the masses to think and believe they are free.

I’ve finally arrived at Senescence Island.

It took me eighty years to arrive here.

I wouldn’t say it was smooth sailing.

Monsters I’d to fight.

Storms kept me adrift.

When we revisit an event from the past, only fragmented images of it come to mind. Others may share some of these images, but each person holds different pieces and interprets them differently. Nothing in the mind has texture or material substance, yet the physicality of the present still permeates the past. We may possess a house, furniture, papers, and other objects, but the images we retain of them exist only in the brain.

Pain is a personal feeling. No one can feel your pain the way you feel it, whether physical or emotional, but this does not mean you are alone with your pain.

The old man

Doesn’t look towards his future.

He looks inwards towards his past.

Searching for the answers he never found outside

But which he could have found within himself

Had he asked them in time.

The future is swift as a thought, light, and slippery.

It’s here and then gone.

The future is like fireworks. It’s dreams, colours, fire and smoke.

You can’t live in the future.

You slip, and you are in the present.

We loved them in our childhood;

Our fairy tales.

Princes and princesses in our dreams,

Witches, magicians, and fairies

Merlin and Camelot

We loved them in our grandmother’s voice

Oh Freedom! Oh Justice! Oh Truth! How many more crimes must a man commit in your name for you to become real?

Let’s focus on freedom.

"I am a servant of God, and I kneel before Him and present Him my sword, with which I have killed dozens of my enemies, and I have done it with His Help and Blessing."

This very same thought and scene, recorded in history and literature, has come to us from immemorial times. It completely portrays the human condition.

Only that now we do it not with swords, but with bombs and missiles.

I was in love, and I learned from it

Lessons I would never forget

Nested in my heart like a sparrow

Burning, like an arrow

Seared my soul like glowing coal

I see Jesus in your eyes,

And in the eyes of those around us,

And in the eyes beyond our sight.

Then farther still,
And I see Him in my own eyes.

I see Jesus in your eyes.

You cleared my doubt:

In prehistoric times, man lived in a cave: dark, obscure, and cold. In time, he learned to light it and warm it with fire. The cave then became his home, his fortress, his country.

Around the fire, within the cave, civilization began.

All this is history now.

And yet, the story continues because, although man left the cave, the cave remains embedded in his mind.

I told her I loved her and kissed her

But she did not answer my kisses.

Yet that night, I still dreamed of her.

The next day, silence answered my call.

Dear friend,

I believe that if you place your name as an author and your book’s title on social media and other platforms as often as you can, your book will eventually reach its audience.

Many forces move us throughout our lives: class, health, trauma, family structure, historical conditions, discrimination, and opportunity. These are practical, visible, and tangible forces. Yet, there are others, more metaphysical, of which we barely understand, that still quietly shape our existence.

I want to excise myself from this life with its dictatorship of illnesses

Accidents, incidents, tragedies, and progress.

Its democracy of happiness, be it love, be it money, be it health

Be it shopping

But no freedom at all, alas, never freedom, unless one thinks

Does birth ensure a long, internal or external, or both, successful life?

No.

Nobody has ever been asked to be brought into this life.

If I had to represent the past, present, and future in geographical terms, this is what I would say:

The past is like an ocean: deep in some places, where worlds of wonder, shipwrecks, and sea monsters hide; shallow in others, full of colourful coral reefs where we can swim safely and see the bottom.

You say, I want to reach God

So you pray

Still you don’t reach God.

So you try to be a good person

Still you don’t reach God

Because God is never elsewhere

God is in you

God is around you.

I did not know who I was or where I was

Everything was dark around me, but I felt warm and well-fed

Then something happened

I had the urge to breathe and sought an exit to my world

And lo and behold, I was in a nest,

“You are a bird.” My mother told me.

“What kind of bird am I?