Life is a carnival, a roller coaster ride A dizzying combination of twists, turns and highs A symphony of laughter, surprises and cries A mesmerizing piece of art, different from each side Life is a journey, a quest, a winding road A dance with the devil, a love story untold A game…

Straight from my journal — Day 2 —Valencia I am sitting here with a fresh fig sandwich and Costa Rican filter coffee in front of me. I was here yesterday as well and the coffee was good, so I am back. And that is quite something, because I know I stood out. Partly because I…

This is for the ones feeling the need to be perfect, For the ones feeling they never really belong, For the kind soul between the hooligans, the dreamer between the bankers, This is for the deep thinkers always lost in thoughts, And the ones never feeling smart enough. For the…

A story about card games, date boxes and t-shirts. — Given my background in innovation I often get the question; “What problem would you solve if you had your own company?” There are endless problems in this world, but only a few bug you. I know my answer, I know my problem. My problem to solve is loneliness. I actually…

After years I finally see How I overwrite reality With wild expectations And fictional dreams Holding on too long Holding on too tight Fighting a hopeless battle Against the truth In my mind And then When it hits It hurts The moment I can finally see Clearly What has been In front of me Open the curtains Stop the show Allow to release Allow to let go Stopping the fight I can not win Allows me to find The peace within

So many stories on repeat About what could happen And what they will say Self-imposed stories on repeat Born out of a desperate need To comfortably stay In the known of today Ignoring the fear There is no them You might find failure You might find success Whatever happens I got…

Straight from my journal — Day 75 — Lisbon I look around. It’s crowded around me. We are all different, yet all perfectly imperfect. It is a late Sunday afternoon, and the sun is shining in Estrela park. I am doubting whether it’s time to put on sunscreen again. I haven’t written for two weeks…

and then— when— all seems said and done we have no page left to write no hope no extra time we feel forever locked inside all of a sudden— it arrives a force, an energy so powerful it’s hard to describe the birds start to sing the sun starts to shine…

The more I sail The more I see The more I realize That home is not a place Nor a destiny— It’s a feeling Already present— Inside of me Providing calmness, Love and stability In the moments Of highest need — - most cliches are true