Could it be that freedom is about being able to go beyond a “category”? Or could it be about allowing the self to flow without boundaries into “loneliness” and yet being totally absorbed by a relationship when one exists?

I spent a good forty years living in a pleasurable loneliness. Not so much in the sense that I was physically lonely, it was rather my mind that felt detached from anything and anyone, mentally and emotionally. Isolation would affect me so much that I would experience moments of self-celebration; I was totally into the philosophy of detachment, of not needing, of wishing for nothing.

I don’t regret anything from that time, tough it’s long gone. In the past two years, I don’t think I’ve spent more than 15 days away from Emanuela; ours, it’s a 24/7 relationship. This is one of those days that she’s not here and I miss her. Then I smile to myself thinking about how things change. Nowadays, I love attachment, I’m totally addicted to her and very happy that it is so.
Could it be that freedom is about being able to go beyond a “category”? Or could it be about allowing the self to flow without boundaries into “loneliness” and yet being totally absorbed by a relationship when one exists? Or could it be that trying to be detached is just another prison”? suddenly I am such an addiction fan. I’m addicted to my evening beer and weed, addicted to my work-outs, addicted to many small habits but above all I am addicted to the sound of her laughter, to the scent of her skin, addicted to her presence in every second of my present.




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