Existencialism Stories

Does THE WILL CARRY the body or DOES THE BODY CARRY the will?

"You are not your money, not how much you have in your wallet, you are not your job, you are the fucking world that does everything to get attention" - They hear that and reproduce. Lie. It matters to them. It always has and always will. But speaking this in front of the mirror, to themselves, and to everyone they know, conveys a false control of them own life. They say it doesn't matter what you wear, but they are always with the most expensive brands in stores. They are as empty as that damn false control they feel when they talk. Words so empty that they fall into oblivion, like the smoke of a cigarette disappearing in the wind. I was looking at that damn road and all I could think about was a crash, a collision with a cluttered truck. Something to get me out of this tired, exhausted, empty, dead society. The universe Apple, the planet Instagram. They think they left the matrix for thinking that, but in fact they just went into them own simulation. We create human menus and we like to see ourselves inside them. Damn people. People who sell and impose on others a morality that they do not have. They criticize books they have never read. They get "inspirations" from characters they don't even know. Be careful when comparing the stage of others with your backstage. Nothing is like what looks like. Be careful when you give fame to people. Be careful to do not give fame to a dumb person. Be careful when you find a messiah. They don't exists. Be careful when a politician speaks about control something. Every authoritarianism has a begin. Every gear is important, but no one is irraplaceable. Blessed are the cold people, because they will not need to support the torment of feeling too much. Remember that the Earth is a paradise, habited for more than 7 billions hells.

A being in search of happiness.

pensamientos y sentimientos

In the nineteenth century, more than a decade ago, the Liberian family migrated to the new world and made a comfortable life in a small town. Their youngest son, Arthur Liberian, suffers from a mysterious illness, which has made his life difficult. Tired of the situation, the boy discovers an object with which he can change reality to his liking. Excited, he decides he is going to make things better. However, he realizes there is more to it than he first thought, as he discovers the secrets behind such a wonderful invention. Where had it come from? Why was it at his house? How did it work? And, above all, how was it related with his home and the people who inhabit it?

These are ideologies that question the very basis and foundation on which I myself and also other people of course base our thoughts,actions,opinions and moral codes.The world has changed in an irreversible and irrevocable manner and therefore it is up to us to shape our minds and the world in which we live.Not everyone will agree with the sentiments in this book but I of course welcome debate and argument.It is nice to know that my material is being read and it sparked something and initiated a desire to learn more or disagreement which leaves room for discussion.Sometimes an insatiable hunger to venture into the unknown is what's needed to feed the mind and souls hunger. We can only measure up to these fundamentals,our lives have made us who we are.Plead insanity for life's sentence,sometimes it's better to out-sane the in-sane,you know what I'm sane-in?

This short story doesn't have one protagonist. It talks about a lot of things using only words. It transmits the feelings of someone that doesn't accepts itself, someone that suffers existence at its totality. Using aesthetically the color gray, I want to share with you, my dear reader, the collective feeling of the human being that is downtrodden by something, whether the system, family or something else more deeper and philosophical.

Short story

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My art transformed to words in my search of plenty in this senseless world.

The Poet of disillusion is a collection of existencial poems written by a lucid and wounded narrator who refuses to live blindly. Between love and dispair, memory and self-destruction, he searches for meaning in a world that constantly denies it. These poems move through childhood scars, philosophical rebellion, spiritual exhaustion, and the fragile beauty of loving again. They are not confessional only- they are a manifesto of survival. If have ever felt too awake for this world, you will understand him. BOOK COMPLETED - FULL VERSION AVAILABLE