Loaloha. Awakening in Honolulu E-Book

Giovanni Bonelli

• Herausgeber: Giovanni Bonelli
• Kategorie: Ratgeber
• Sprache: Englisch

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2025

Beschreibung

Loaloha, Awakening in Honolulu

In this story, I have tried to summarize — expressing them in a narrative form — the principles I have learned during  my studies related to personal growth, the law of attraction, and the practice of mindfulness
I hope this tale can support you on your journey.
You will also find some illustrations that I hope you will enjoy. They too are meant to assist you in your awakening.
Happy reading!

Leseprobe

Loaloha, Awakening in Honolulu

Giovanni Bonelli

Welcome.In this story, I have tried to summarize, expressing them in a narrative form,  the principles I have learned during my studies related to personal growth, the law of attraction, and the practice of mindfulnessI hope this tale can support you on your journey.You will also find some illustrations that I hope you will enjoy. They too are meant to assist you in your awakening.

Happy reading!

Giovanni Bonelli

www.loaloha.com

Chapter 1

“Thank you for accepting my invitation. What can I offer you?” Xavier asked.“I’m not sure, you?” replied Ilaria.

“I’ll have an Americano.”“Coffee at this hour?”

“No, I meant the cocktail.”“How silly of me, sorry. That’s too strong for me. I’ll have a Spritz, even if I really shouldn’t be drinking on my diet.”“Diet? But you’re in amazing shape!”

“For you, maybe. But people at the agency are extremely demanding, especially with someone my age.”“Your age? You’re twenty-five but you look twenty!”“Exactly. Many of my colleagues are even younger. Go ahead and write it into your story—fashion is a tough environment and you age quickly.”

It was a lovely May evening, rich with sounds and scents, yet all Xavier’s senses were locked on her.

The two of them, so in tune they could’ve known each other forever, savored their time together, seated at an outdoor table.

The bar was packed with young people, and Xavier felt less old as a result. He was close to forty but not quite there, and it had been a long time since he had gone out with such a woman. In fact, to be honest, maybe never.

He worked in a sales office, neither handsome nor ugly, and had been married for a couple of years until his wife announced that she expected far more from life than sitting around waiting for his improbable success as a writer. She often said she deserved more—an ambitious, practical man who would understand and appreciate her. He let her go, without too much drama or regret. They’d had no children, which made things simpler. Meanwhile, the aspiring writer continued sending his manuscripts in vain to every publishing house he could think of, typically receiving, at best, short rejection letters.

Then, after so many noes, a publisher finally said yes—but the book didn’t enjoy the success he had hoped for.

Ilaria, on the other hand, had immediately agreed to his proposal—at least for that one evening, she decided to spend it with him. It was almost too good to believe.

Because this woman seemed to be from another planet: gorgeous, young, fun, and at the same time, very down-to-earth.

She was right in front of him, wearing a short black dress and huge green eyes that locked onto his ordinary brown eyes behind an outdated pair of glasses, looking at them as if they were the most fascinating sight in the world, as if no one had ever truly seen them before.

It hadn’t been easy for that man to ask her, after the gym, if she wanted to grab a drink. And hearing her say “yes” was incredible.

How on earth had he pulled that off?

Xavier had never had much success with women. Before getting married, he had only dated a couple of girlfriends—normal girls who wanted to start a family and who regarded his goal of being a writer as just a hobby doomed to fail. That was the whole story.

Then one day, his life began to change, thanks to a small but brave decision: not to be like everyone else.

Chapter 2

Outside, beyond the building walls, it was a bright spring day; but Xavier, seated at his desk, breathed air recycled by an old ventilation system and strained his eyes beneath fluorescent lights.

From time to time, he would get up on the pretext of going to the bathroom and, from a tiny window at the end of the corridor, gaze upon all he was missing out on: the blue sky, the soft breeze, the birdsong—gifts from God that he had traded in for a paycheck, he thought.

But then he’d console himself that this was simply how everyone lived, the only way to get by, and would obediently return to his station.

He fluctuated between anxiety and boredom, as he had for nearly a decade—an uninspiring job that got him just under two thousand euros a month, basically what he needed to live without luxuries and without particular hardships.

Food, a roof over his head, clothes, and a small pension for old age were guaranteed; one couldn’t demand more.

Like his colleagues, he found the work boring and frequently distracted himself with mindless chatter or by checking his phone for news that never came.

For Xavier, that might mean a new publishing contract, an interview request, or a glowing review. For his peers, it might be an email from a former flame or a job offer from the competition.

His older coworkers still read the newspaper in print when the supervisor wasn’t around, commenting on anything imaginable, from politics to daily events, from sports to current affairs.

The meeting set for three in the afternoon, though only mildly interesting, at least provided a distraction.

Just as he was getting up to leave, he noticed yet another email on his smartphone promising easy money.

“Look at this nonsense,” he said to Giorgio, an older colleague in the shared office. “First it was the inheritance from American relatives, then the Nigerian lottery, and now this person wants to buy my domain name.”“I have no idea what that is, but if there’s one thing I’ve learned at my age, it’s that money doesn’t grow on trees.”“This is the second time in two days they’ve written to me.”“It’s definitely a scam. I don’t even open emails from unknown senders.”“Yeah, maybe I should be more careful. It could be a virus.”“I don’t know, but I’m sure they just want to rip you of.

When the director introduced Daniel, the coach sent by corporate headquarters, Xavier’s colleagues began to snicker and nudge each other.