We’ve become enslaved by productivity, obsessed with efficiency, terrified of anything deemed “unnecessary.”
Yet it’s precisely in the “unnecessary” that creation finds its soul. In our rush to optimize, to save time, to do more and more, we sacrifice beauty.
And so, we end up surrounded by lifeless shapes: square buildings, generic cars, noise instead of music.
All uniform. All uninspired. All mundane. All born from fear and greed.
But when you create from a place of love, service, and abundance, time dissolves.
It may take an hour, or it may take five years, because the purpose isn’t to deliver X by Z amount of time.
The purpose is the process itself: the momentum of making, the presence it demands, the overcoming of obstacles, the connection it opens to something greater than yourself.
Gothic architecture taught me this. It showed me that real creation must cost something: materials, time, labor. That cost is proof of devotion, of love poured into form, for the benefit of all.
It’s in the apparent “unnecessary” details where Gothic architecture breathes. There, beauty becomes a kind of offering, proof of the sacred bond between human hands and the divine force of Art.
The main issue with this kind of thinking is that it’s completely bullshit.
Burnout isn’t just about working too much, it’s your body trying to talk to you. Your body never lies.
You're forcing yourself into a role or routine that goes against your nature.
When your work isn’t aligned with who you truly are, it creates friction.
That internal mismatch manifests as burnout, chronic fatigue, illness.
There needs to be harmony between what you're building in the external world and your inner world.
Your craft should be an extension of your essence, not a mask to portray on social media.
When that alignment is missing, everything feels heavy. Tasks require more energy, momentum is harder to build, and your body starts to resist.
Resistance becomes stress. Stress becomes burnout. And if ignored, burnout can turn into physical problems.
Your body is actually asking you to stop being gay.
Your body is your best friend.
So maybe the question isn't "How can I handle burnout?"
A better question might be: "How can I design a life where burnout has no place?"
That starts by listening to your body, identifying what it’s truly trying to tell you, and building a path where your work feels like playing, because it's just an extension of yourself.
What else is life, if not absolute absurdity?
People, their customs, the stories we tell ourselves, the problems we invent, the mistakes we repeat, the solutions we improvise, the inevitable falls.
And there we are, dancing to the rhythm of the absurd, unwilling to acknowledge it, unaware of where we’re going, where we come from, or even where we stand.
Each day we face the immensity of existence, trying to convince ourselves that all of this is “normal.”
We lie to ourselves. We distract ourselves. We look away.
We’re afraid to stare life in the face, to contemplate it as it truly is: absurd.
Absurd in its entirety, in its complexity, in its movement, in its cycles.
Absurd in how it is composed, how it repeats, in its beauty, in its splendor, in its infinite expression.
I can’t find a more accurate word. It’s absurdity.
And not because nothing makes sense, but because nothing needs to.
Why look for meaning in something that isn’t meant to be understood, but simply lived?
And that, precisely that, is what makes it even more absurd and beautiful: being part of something that doesn’t fit into our frameworks, that defies logic, that we try to explain through religions, philosophies, and theories, many of them born from the pain of philosophers who took life far too seriously.
But how can you explain life if you can’t laugh at it?
If you take it too seriously, you’ve already missed the point.
Because honestly, I believe life is so absurdly wonderful that we shouldn’t take it too seriously.
Because in doing so, without realizing it, we distance ourselves from it.
The man who has integrated his anima is most likely to attract, and be drawn to, a woman who has likewise integrated her animus. In such a union, their strengths amplify one another, while their weaknesses are softened through mutual understanding.
He will not be intimidated by her depth but will recognize her presence as a call to confront and transcend the unrefined aspects of himself (a masculine endeavor) that she reflects. The animus integrated woman, embodying feminine essence balanced with a conscious masculine pole, doesn’t compete with her man but inspires him. She challenges him not by resistance, but by radiance.
But I would add such unions are extremely rare. It requires one to be a stable paradox — capable of holding contradictions within themselves and be able to utilize them appropriately without collapsing.
That’s why the option for most people are extreme poles (for lack of a better term) — masculine with a non-integrated anima (stoic to a fault, abhorrence of vulnerability) or feminine with a non-integrated animus (overly docile, incapable of inspiration, attraction to destructive men, aggression).
That being said it would be unwise for the integrated to seek integrated qualities in the non-integrated (most of the population is here). So one calibrates accordingly.
The term "Gay" in this context represents all that is false in the world, everything detached from the fundamental truth of reality. It signifies what is artificial, illusory, and layered in deception, which accounts for nearly everything.
Currently in Medellin. Couple nights ago, I was torn between two moods, one side of me wanted to go out, socialize, and party, while the other just needed rest after two straight nights of partying.
and Yet, something inside pushed me toward the rooftop of this Hostel in Poblado. When I arrived, I settled onto a couch, observing the crowd, people dancing, shouting, drinking. There were attractive women I considered approaching, but instead, my attention shifted to a guy sitting nearby, quietly eating a burger. I struck up a conversation.
Immediately, I sensed he was one of the gayest people I’d ever met, in the energetic sense. Yet what made him fascinating was his self-awareness. He knew he was insecure, painfully shy, and struggled to connect with others.
He rarely approached women, and his body language snitched him. But he didn’t hide it. He openly admitted his lack of confidence, his defense mechanisms, his habit of making excuses to avoid leaving his comfort zone. He showed himself naked before me. And in that moment, his gayness dissolved.
I saw something deeper, gay people aren’t to blame for their condition. It’s the weight of their karma that has shaped this struggle in their lives, a challenge to face and overcome. Gayness, in this sense, is the ultimate adversary, because it represents darkness, separation, a barrier between ego and spirit connection.
The more someone is gay in the energetic sense, the more disconnected they become from their true essence.
Gay = interference.
But the less one identifies with it, the more they align with spirit. The ego then no longer obscures, it becomes a transparent vessel for the divine. The issue was never the ego itself, but the distortions clouding it, the layers of illusion that corrupt its purity.
Ego is like a diamond. This man was deeply interfered, yet he recognized the interference, and he was ready to clean it. I saw his spirit shining through his eyes. And that’s when I understood the power of Will.
True Will is the force that emerges from spirit, the drive that breaks the inertia and dispels all interference. It’s the voice that says: Enough. I refuse to merely exist. I choose to live. Because I am a divine being living a material experience. I will reconnect with the divinity within me. I will cleanse every trace of "gayness" that blocks its flow.
Last night, I went to see a girl I’d met two nights ago.
She had invited me to a concert, and of course, as a good latino, I arrived late.
It was just us, locked in conversation, exchanging glances, flirting.
We had a spiritual dance, we talked about life, psychology, fears, and traumas, until I asked her:
"What does it feel like to be a woman?"
Her face changed. It was clear no one had ever asked her that question. She struggled to answer, because she’d been disconnected from the divinity of her femininity.
Her first response was of course a programmed answer, a prompt induced by the agents of the matrix: "Being a woman is hard, we face so many dangers." Blah blah.
I stopped her. "Only the special aspects" I said.
She hesitated. So I helped, mentioning how women’s cycles are a profound connection to life’s rhythms, something men can’t fully grasp. How within them grows the miracle of life itself. How, when aligned with their true feminine essence, they carry the power to infuse beauty, softness, and grace into everything they touch.
She agreed, and started developing these aspects by her own understanding and words. I was fascinated.
Then it hit me: Maybe life brought us together so I could plant the seed of her divine femininity, and so I saw that no matter how "independent", feminist, or masculine a woman appears, when faced with a man of presence, her true feminine essence awakens.
The real issue today? Women have lost touch with their sacred nature because men have failed them. Weak, Gay men forced them to adopt masculine traits to survive. To disconnect from themselves. The responsibility lies with us.
The past is our greatest enemy because it is an illusion. A reflection of our inability to absorb the light and wisdom a past event was trying to teach us. Nothing more
In order to start living a life that is aligned with your greatness, you need to stop allowing unresolved memories from the past to influence tour daily actions.
You need to understand why certain traumatic experiences occurred and the true reason behind the cause.
If you keep dwelling on the past, regretting your mistakes, actions and past choices.
You disconnect yourself from the creative energy that is only produced in the present. Now. And which is essential to start building the life you know, deep down, you deserve.
You are here with a specific purpose or karmic debt that must be resolved to foster growth and expansion.
Each person’s karmic debt is unique.
For some, it might stem from deep guilt, for others, it could be excessive arrogance, etc.
This is why comparing yourself to others is both unhelpful and ignorant, each of us is navigating life with a distinct lesson to learn and a personal flaw to overcome.
All these Twitter gurus keep telling you to be more productive, work harder, and optimize everything.
But this mindset disconnects you from yourself, your intuition, your body, and your natural rhythm.