FLORIANÓPOLIS, TUESDAY – OCTOBER 21, 2025: I’m seriously considering turning this blog into a public diary. Not as some elaborate marketing strategy to attract potential buyers for any digital product I might eventually develop, but as a personal record.
I already have a notebook where I write down certain things; I’ve mentioned them here before. My ARRBOOKS are my right hand in everyday life. When I need to stop and think about something, I sit in front of them and start writing. Often, I simply describe the act of writing in the notebook itself.
It has helped me a lot, but it is a physical and extremely intimate medium.
Recording my lived time as a breathing being on the internet is to amplify society’s cultural cycle. But there are many “buts” in this equation.
Communicating with an audience requires an emotional balance between what actually happens and what I would like to happen. This affects the sincerity of the writing—how much of what I write will be true, and how much will just be an impossible desire?
Even I won’t know.
Digital nomad
Recently I adopted the life of a digital nomad… Well, just nomad, really—the digital part has taken a while to actually carry weight. But it has allowed me to meet different people, cultures, and cities.
Last October I was in Florianópolis, a city well known worldwide for its natural beauty and its so-called “Magic.” As a volunteer at a good hostel in Barra da Lagoa, I came into contact with people from all over the world.
It might sound like an Ari Toledo joke, but the other day a Chilean, an Argentine, a British woman, a Canadian, a French woman, and two Brazilians walked into a bakery. In the middle of two conversations in two languages with different accents, there I was—completely lost, yet fascinated at the same time.
I’ve been able to communicate in English with foreigners who use it as a second language. But when the British woman and the Canadian started speaking, I couldn’t understand anything. Still, the feeling was rewarding.
My current financial situation is the same as when I was living with my parents in the countryside of São Paulo, making me a not-at-all-proud member of the group of 30-year-old men who neither work nor study.
But floating in turbulent waters is much better than floating in still waters. At least you’re going somewhere.
Life purposes
I have purposes. I’ve found the juice that motivates me to get out of bed every day. The problem is that it is very difficult to cultivate. It requires a lot of work in preparing the soil, planting the right seeds, hoping the weather cooperates, waiting months and months until harvest time, and then finally gathering and preparing my delicious juice.
Doing this with few resources is certainly a life challenge. But otherwise, my option would be to spend the night numbing myself with vertical videos, hoping that something miraculous would happen. I was left with no options.
I am running after my miracle, even without knowing if I will ever reach it.
