I am slowly discovering the importance of writing in my life, and I have found a profound passion within me to composing books. Much joy do I find in the process of planning the main idea and slowly backing it up to eventually implement it in the form of a manuscript; I am slowly finding myself to be more efficient in this process. I have a copybook where I write down ideas for future implementation, but they all somehow depend on finishing the Meditations on The Holy Book series, a process that is estimated to take me a decade, at least. The rationale behind that stands on two focal points: having time to enhance my writing skills, and gathering the necessary per-requisites ere delving into the world of philosophical writing. My distaste with my writing abilities is manifest, and I sense within me a profound form of anxiety upon reading or sharing anything I compose, especially if it’s in English (which is the language I use for non-fictional writing). Accordingly, I need to read more to enhance my writing communication skills. In addition to that, and although I have some ideas regarding the ultimate ideological construction and the metaphysical study of the higher realm of knowledge, ideas I yearn to discuss still require a lot of maturity. I cannot bring myself to write anything else related to this field of study before discovering the lessons I document in my meditations. But what is my goal from that? What is it that would make me look back 10 years from now and accept that I have done a fair job in my career path related to non-fiction writing? Is it success with the volumes? No, it is rather the mere completion of my meditations. That is my goal in the world of non-fiction writing for the upcoming decade (if God willed for me to live): to complete all volumes of my meditations. This will require persistence (a trait I am discovering within myself), and patience (another trait I am trying to cultivate); but I will do everything within my power to make that possible. I receive emails sometimes that critique my work (something I truly value), as I receive occasional praising too. However, the following realization dawned upon me: I am writing the meditations for selfish reasons. At one point, I began writing like no one was watching, and that was the exact moment I accepted the nature of genuine triumph in this goal: ‘the success of the meditations is of irrelevance, their existence exclusively is’. That’s the worst thing a writer could do, namely being selfish; but here, however, I am selfish to the absolute extreme of selfishness. At this point, an audience of one reader (myself) reading the meditations is equivalent to that of a million, for the lessons I discover there govern my motivation to write; they are the reason behind investing my time in those volumes, and nothing else. As long as I finish those volumes while gathering the experience from that process, I shall be satisfied with this part of my career. After it, I claim, I would possess the required foundations upon which my philosophy shall stand. 10 years is nothing compared to that.