[short story] jouska

“If you could dream any dream you wanted, what would you dream about?”

“I don’t know. The possibilities are endless.”

“Wouldn’t you dream about the life you are living right now?”

“No… why would I do that?”

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[short story] basorexia

All he was aware of was her. He was aware of her face, of the dress she wore, the distance between them. In this gap, in all the words that he had yet to say to her, was the promise of a great life. His heart was beating slowly but hard. He had never felt so sure of himself, so bewildered by the ease of what he was about to do.

A friend once asked him, “How does she make you feel?”

“She reminds me of winter,” he said.

“You hate winter. You hate the cold,” this friend replied.

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[the process] the obstacle is the (only) way

there is no other way but to use the obstacle

Here I am, four months until I get to celebrate a full decade since I self-published my first novel.

I love writing stories.

It’s what I have always loved to do. And I love it more than anything else I’ve had the pleasure of doing over the years.

Don’t get me wrong. There’s nothing glamorous about having a passion.

I often say passion means to suffer. It does. It truly does. The universe doesn’t suddenly make sense because you know what is the one thing you love doing more than anything else in the world.

In fact, most times it feels like an obstacle.

I love to write, yet I’ve also come up with a rather impressive reasons why I shouldn’t:

  • I am primarily a personal development blogger
  • It takes a lot of time to write something, then try to sell it
  • The niche is overcrowded
  • There aren’t that many people interested in reading fiction

And on and on.

The funny thing is, you only need one reason why something won’t work.

If you start writing down an entire list of reasons, most probably it means that you, somehow, wish it would actually work.

Somehow, deep down, you know that the obstacle is really the way to go.

There’s nothing else to do.

It is the things we smear with realism that usually make us dream in ways that stop us from falling asleep.

That’s the way of the world.

I am a writer. I write stories. It is what I love to do, and I can’t find much joy doing anything else if I can’t write.

And that’s what I am going to do.

I am going to write.

And I’d love it if you could join me on this journey.

I’d love to share my stories with you.

Little by Little, a Little Becomes a Lot

Some two and a half millennia ago, in what is now Southern Italy, there lived a legendary wrestler by the name of Milo of Croton.

A six-time Olimpic Champion, Milo’s career spanned over 24 years, during which he was undoubtedly the best wrestler of his generation. He is said to have been able to carry a bull on his shoulders and to have burst a band about his brow by simply inflating the veins on his temples.

But what can this ancient wrestler teach us about success?

Quite a lot, as it turns out…

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This is How You Conquer The World

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“It seems to me that if you or I must choose between two courses of thought or action, we should remember our dying and try so to live that our death brings no pleasure to the world.” 

John Steinbeck

We are born soft. Not weak, but with a certain sweetness deep inside our souls. As kids, we feel invincible in our desire to discover the world, to conquer it, to become who we want to be.

Nothing seems impossible. Nothing is out of reach.

But then we grow up and most often than not, we grow weary of others. We try to be like them, we want them to like us…

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