The little things

thingsWe’ve been told (and we keep on telling ourselves on a regular basis) that life finds a way, that somehow things turn out for the better. That if you want it, you can have it.

Sadly, that’s not true.

Do you know what keeps me up some nights? It’s the fear that somehow I won’t be able to write anymore, that somehow life’s going to take that away from me. And that I won’t be able to find a way, that life just won’t want to present me with a solution. Continue reading

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To whom it may concern

letterI’m twenty six years old, and in that short time frame I’ve learned that life is rarely fair. But it goes on. Whether we like it or not, life goes on.

Maybe we live in a dangerous world. Maybe this world has always been “unsafe” for those who weren’t sure what to do.

And I’d like to tell you there’s nothing to be afraid of, I’d like to tell you that failures build a man, that every fall is also a step forward. That what doesn’t kill you makes you stronger…

But the truth is that, most times, what doesn’t kill you makes you wish it did. Continue reading

New release: 2:22 AM

coverThey say the only ones who are awake late at night are the lonely and the loved. The former find it hard to fall asleep when all they have to do is dream with open eyes about their beloved. It’s almost a compulsion.
But what about the lonely? All the artists, the dreamers; the ones who hold tight to a reality they don’t understand and want to explain? Continue reading

It’s all about progress (continued)

We must view with profound respect the infinite capacity of the human mind to resist the inroads of useful knowledge. – Thomas B. Lounsbury

I spent eight years of my life writing and reading without:

  • Earning money
  • Other people reading it (besides the ocassional muse)

But I kept at it.

First month I started this blog: 500 views.

First month of self-publishing: 1 e-book sold and one paperback. I quit for a while, tried again after I started this blog: first month of self-publishing(second time) I sold 3 e-copies of a short story and earned $1.05 before taxes.

Any sane person would have quit.

I didn’t.

A few months after that, I finally began selling books, earning from advertising.

I thought this was it. The hard work paid off.

I met this girl, we fell in love.

It was paradise.

I was who I was and I didn’t have to do anything else.

Unfortunately, life doesn’t work this way.

Life’s perfect? You have to fight to keep it that way.

In life, stagnation is synonimous with atrophy.

Writing felt like work.

I just didn’t feel like it. Gave up on the habits that helped me all those years.

Whenever you feel absolutely certain about something, life’s gonna hit you in the head with a brick. That’s a universal rule.

If you stop growing, if you stop expanding your consciousness, if you stop setting goals… That’s the beginning of the end.

Be proud, but never satisfied.

I had given up on reading. Not enough time I told myself…

Big mistake, big, big mistake.

When certain problems arised, I couldn’t adapt. I just froze. Felt like lying on the floor. I became a crybaby.

It all felt useless.

I had lost everything. Health problems, money problems, the girl I loved left me…

Why did this had to happen to me?

And you know what? The answer is, why not?

Life happens to all of us. Whether we like it or not.

If we don’t fight for what we want, even after we’ve gained it, life’s going to take it from us.

It’s that simple.

The only way to get more than what you have is to become more. To learn, to grow, to develop certain skills.

Every day, we have two choices: assume responsibility for our lives, for our destiny, and suffer the pain of discipline, or blame everyone else for our lives, feel miserable about ourselves and die a slow and undignifying death…

Never stop learning.

Progress is essential.

It’s what we’re here for.

And there are always areas of our lives we could better develop.

I learned this lesson the hard way…not going to make this mistake ever again.

New project: The Path

“In art, the hand can never execute anything higher than the heart can imagine.”Ralph Waldo Emerson

Hi guys,

I’m excited to tell you that I am working on a new book. This one’s going to be about my journey as a writer and blogger, about my struggles and all that. I am going to write it, get it published, and give it for free for you folks to read and maybe, who knows, get inspired or motivated. Continue reading

Book review: Stygian by Sean Michael

cover“Exiles feed on dreams of hope.”Aeschylus, Agammemon

Art first became a craft. Then it became an industry. Or a bunch of industries. Fueled by certain technological advances, art has been plagued by the world’t desire for instant gratification. It’s all rules and guides.

But before all this, art was emotion.

This is Stygian.

Some ninety-something pages of pure emotion.

“If you found me in nowhere, would you take me by the hand and lead me somewhere?” – Stygian

One poem after another, Sean Michael builds an intricate web of feelings and emotions. You can taste it all, you can see it, you can feel in on your skin. It’s dark and gritty, it’s powerful.

But that’s what art is supposed to be, right?

As cheesy as this sounds, but art has to make us feel something. Take us outside our comfort zone, make us use your empathy and imagination and find a place where there’s no hope to be found.

A hope we find on our return to what we call reality.

The one flaw of this book?

It’s only ninety-something pages of pure emotion.

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You can buy Stygian on Amazon.com here.

Happiness. Hope. Ambition

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When did we become a therapy society? When did it become easier to tell everyone about our troubles, but not our successes? Do you ever think about that?

But what is happiness? How can we attain it?

Well… the idea is that happiness cannot be pursued. It’s not something you receive or stumble upon. It’s not something to be found while actively searching for it. Continue reading