Let me attempt to draw the images. Racing down the hill on a broken down bike. Dancing. Right before the bend I remember what happens to people not using the brakes nor hearing the traffic around and I

“How are you?” and I answer “Good.” What a disgrace to call that storm of deep inspiration and sadness that rages through me good. Let me attempt to do myself better justice. It met me without warning,

My life has changed, wow, a lot indeed. This time last year I was somewhere in the mountains, trying to figure out what I was most excited about in life. Caught in an endless, emotionally exhausting to

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

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

“Isn’t that dangerous?”“How do you survive?”“I don’t know, but it seems to work. And if you don’t believe me, the last thirty years are proof it does.” I officially made it through thirty years of life.

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

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

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, for those fragile

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

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

“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

Have you ever found yourself standing at a crossroads, unsure of which path to take? “What is it that you are going to teach me today?”, I wonder as I get out of bed long before sunrise. As many other

Some people are rich and some aren’t. Some have a six-pack some don’t. Some people just have good luck in life and some life with bad luck. Some people are happy and some aren’t. For many years I thought:

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

The few things that distinguish us humans from other animals are our thumb and our capacity to think. Our thumb is a pretty cool tool to grab things. Meanwhile our ability to think gets us in trouble as

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. Pedalling up and down, far and wide became a Metaphor I can fit into many challenging

That’s the easy part. The hard part, the one where no one can do it for you, is to figure out what you want. At first sight it doesn’t seem to be a tricky question. “Of course I know what I want!” you

Too late or one of the first ones. Too old or too young. The only one doing it or one in a million. I am one in a million when I compare myself to the internet. The only one when I look around me. I am

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