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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.…
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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…
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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…
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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…
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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…
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The taste of Freedom.
How does true freedom feel? It’s not about the place. It’s not about the time. It’s not about what you have or don’t have. Then what is it about? My lips stick together as I try to dislodge a piece of nuts from between my teeth. My forehead is covered in sweat some other drops…
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How deep is your relationship to your ego?
One reason why I love to to go on cycling trips so much, is because it teaches me a lot about pretty much anything in life. Pedaling up and down, far and wide became a Metaphor I can fit into many challenging situations. And when I don’t know where to go with my life cycling…
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Trading Comfort for Growth
I am no longer asking: “Why am I doing this?” Meanwhile other people still ask me: “But why are you doing this?” “Irgendwie muess mer sich ja beschäftige…” (Somehow we have to find a way to pass our time, no?) I tell them, and it shuts them up. At least for a short moment. And…
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Finding the one person that will always be around.
“Aren’t you getting bored when you are by yourself all day?” Is a frequent question people ask me. When I happen to tell them about the bike trips I do by myself. That question left me speechless the first time I got it. “Bored? What do you even mean?” From the moment I get up,…
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2024: What is Love?
Isn’t love connected to one deep fear most of us have and few of us can admit? Maybe the only fear that we all share. The fear of not finding love. The fear of being left over. The fear no one will ever choose you. The fear of not experiencing love, ever. “Twenty-twenty-four-plenty-amor” I read…
kesityu. 