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There is no reason, not to grow.
Kafka said something in the lines of: “When you live you don’t write.” I picked up that sentence in my last year of high school. Somewhere in between a lot of books I didn’t feel like reading. I certainly didn’t feel like reading Kafka, but since I heard that phrase I sympathized with him, nonetheless. Read more
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Another face of freedom – Sitting with myself in silence.
So much happens, I barely have the time to digest it. Think about it or write about it. Thousands of photos are piling up in my phone. And in my note book I place phrases and words, hoping they’ll make me remember all these thoughts later on. But now that I sit in someone else Read more
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What is it all about?
The patterns always repeat themselves. I can see it almost literally. The beginning is always difficult, it takes time to arrive into anything new. I start to remember why I do this, cycling around by myself, for those fragile moments. Sandra welcomes me into her home. The few times we saw each other so far Read more
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How do you arrive back in the present moment?
8:29 in the morning I am sitting in an armchair, my laptop on my knees. When I peak through the windows I see immense mountains in every direction. With their majestic energy they reach high up into the sky. And make me feel appropriately small in their presence. My body still remembers the last three Read more
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Moving out of my room and into my sleeping bag.
How do you even say that? I am moving out, literally, out into the wild. I am moving into my sleeping bag and onto my bike. I am also moving into my tent from time to time. This project has been luring somewhere in the near future for months now. Far enough to idealize yet Read more
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Discomfort is where the magic happens.
“How much discomfort do we have to overcome on the way to growth?” I wonder sometimes. Recently I cycled up a steep hill in the dark. It wasn’t that long, yet those 15minutes where enough to get me in sweat and my legs to hurt. It became a little ritual to me, to cycle and Read more
About Kesityu
“I just wanted to cross the Alps by Bike and ended up in Istanbul.” that’s how my life goes. And that’s what I write about: Facing Fears and finding Freedom.
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