I’m not happy because I know where the road leads. I’m happy because I love the way I’m walking.
292. | How do we care for shoes?
One Saturday morning, an Asian man showed me on his phone who he thought I was. They even sewed my shoes.
290. | There are no notes on the map
I’m actually collecting sounds, smells and feelings. Then one day a song comes on… and suddenly I’m standing on the same street again.
289. | Look for the gift, not the opinion!
My most important realization wasn’t how to respond to comments, but that there is a gift hidden in every honest comment.
288. | Sometimes I give. Sometimes I receive.
There are paths that are challenging. Yet they are the ones that show us most clearly who we really are as we move forward.
286. | Release
Instead of letting go, I now believe in integration. The pains of the past have not disappeared – I have learned to live with them. And to be happy.
285. | The shaman
Sometimes a single sentence can work on us for years. This story is about how a piece of advice I received sixteen years ago changed me.
284. | My breathing
I’ve been missing writing for the past few weeks. I know exactly why, and I don’t regret it at all. While I was breathing differently, The Miracle is Already Here project was born.
272. | An unexpected friend and a metaphor for dinner
And in the end, there’s nothing left inside, just a big brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr.
270. | I hear differently
The same metal is playing. The same anger. The same desires. Only inside me, completely different captions are born next to the words I hear.