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Where is “Home”?
Certainly I am not the first nor the last one to asks this question. And in the end we all have to answer it for ourselves. Where is your “Home”? And what is it? A place, a feeling, is it where you grew up, did you build it yourself, does it move or is it…
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Struck by lightning, almost.
Inner seconds I am drenched wet, barely I had the time to put the phone in my pocket. Thunder and lightning. “Hopefully they wont pass right where I am, how was it again you calculate how far the lightning is from where you stand?” Needless to remember as the lightning goes down right in front…
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Freedom lays behind fear.
Where do you place your fears? Are they motivating or hindering your choices? There are a few reasons why I embarked on that new adventure, cycling by myself to I don’t know where exactly. A few destinations in my head, but really I am doing this not for a destination but for my fears. One…
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Do you choose Love or Destruction?
I am done. Not out of love nor forgiveness. Just because I am sick of filling my head with other peoples crap. Stubbornness. Maybe that’s the way I have to take it. In the end, that is, what brought me so far in life. Stubbornness for everyone who told me it wouldn’t work, everyone that…
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How many times can you learn the same lesson?
Either we learn the lesson, or we’ll carry it with us, for as long as it takes to get it, wether it will be six or forty-four years or anything in between.
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Finding my words.
My head is bursting of ideas, but I don’t know yet how to put them into words. Sometimes they are so many and I forget to be patient with them. As my day goes towards an end I miss all the things I thought of instead of remembering all the things I did do. And…
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Growing through the last layers of snow.
Only when everything breaks down we can rebuilt freely and up to endless potential. Here I am two months later, which feel like an eternity. I am not the same. My life is not the same. Every thing exploded and I am growing the most beautiful existence I ever imagined. My words are shy, and…
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5 minutes a day are 30 hours a year.
“If only a week had 10 days” and “If I could add a few more hours into the day” Who isn’t guilty of thinking or saying something in those lines out loud at least a few times in their life? Doing more. We always feel like we have to do more of everything. More work,…
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kesityu. 