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Where the pomegranates grow.
Yesterday autumn stepped through the door, unexpected and anticipated. The lake covered itself in choppy waves, blurring the horizon into an illusion of infinity. Seagulls are flying, the wind is coming from far, bringing with him long forgotten stories and desires of the past. The red of these walls matches the color of the chestnut…
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Am I allowed to say that’s me?
Reading Can’t Hurt Me by David Goggins made me realize how differently I perceive my feminine and my masculine traits in terms of safety and acceptability, shaped by the world around me. Where does a healthy balance between the two lie? The right place… I have been wanting to read that book for a while…
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I can no longer hide behind my mask of self-growth.
Not different just older. And that’s what I am terrified of. Just getting older, without actually having lived through all those years of my life.
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Cake for breakfast in Albania.
“First time in Albania?” the border guard asks me, while he looks at my passport. “Yes.” I answer. After he figured out my name and tipped a few things in his computer he hands me back my document and asks: “Last time?” “No!” I say, smile and walk away.
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Questioning my Goldfish brain. (thoughts after cycling 5’052 kilometres)
Did I arrive? Where did I intend to go then? After cycling 5’052 kilometres to the south of Turkey I find myself in a sudden moment of calmness. I can’t help but wonder if I arrived at my destination. But I have never had one. If there is no destination how do you know, when…