If I had to describe my ideal life, I’d say it doesn’t exist. Or rather: it exists only in the imagination of those who still believe life is something you can design instead of something you simply pass through. Today WordPress’s resident psychiatrist throws us the usual daily question — the kind you ask children,…

Ferdinando had spent years imagining success. Training, working, pushing — the full manual. But when success finally arrived, it didn’t knock. It kicked the door open, walked in, and asked: “So? Ready?” He wasn’t. It happened fast. A project he’d built with stubborn dedication suddenly got recognition. Media calls, conference invitations, collaborations — everyone wanted…

It was a clear night, the kind where the sky looks like black velvet scattered with cold, sharp light. I needed a break from the noise of the day, so I climbed a nearby hill and lay down on the cool grass. Above me, the stars didn’t just shine — they pulsed, as if following…

Living inside a foreign language for a while slows you down. Words slip, tone hesitates, comprehension limps. You need a bit of acclimatization before you can move like you belong. I had been invited to Paris to present my books. The agency had organized everything. At the airport, a driver was waiting for me —…

“The day they mistook my silence for weakness, I stopped explaining who I was.” They asked me to enter a room blindfolded. Then they asked me to take three steps forward, starting with my left foot. After that, only silence. It didn’t take long to understand I was stepping onto something. I did not know…

What was the best concert you’ve ever been to? For most people, it’s an easy question. For me, not at all. My city is small, provincial at its core. Here, what stands out isn’t novelty but whatever happens to others, so people can comment, criticize, gossip. Here, nobody walks a hundred meters — you take…

The moment everything stops without asking your permission. When I thought I was strong, untouchable, almost impossible to stop — when no one had ever beaten me — that is exactly when I hit a hard stop.Not by choice.Because the system could no longer hold my weight. They were not events anymore.They were unilateral signals,…

“The hardest client of my life. Countdown: do I survive or crash?” When night comes, I think about the things I should have done during the day, and I tell myself:tomorrow will be the perfect day to finish everything. That is—if the boss agrees to give me a little more time. Because with him, there…

My first reaction is laughter — long, uncontrollable, necessary.Because a life like mine, forced by destiny to be written down across fifty-five books,is already proof that the impossible hides inside facts, not fantasies. This morning’s incipit is just a way to make someone smile,and think a little. A Brief Chronicle of the Impossible Nando I…

A moment when a man understands that life has already chosen for him. The diagnosis Every time I recount a live story, I first smile and then wonder how I survived it. The situation was irrational, almost surreal. However, it shaped my life, and therefore I feel compelled to tell it. January 2007. I am…