…and you’d better hold on tight, ’cause I like the sense of falling…

It materialises out of nowhere. For me, briefly in the beat of a particular song. Like the faintest scent fluttering in the air, it reminds me of who I am beneath all the covers: the unique vibration of my soul.…

Three lines to call for divine intervention

If you let it, travel invites you to interesting meetings. Meetings that teach you something about other people, about the world and, more surprisingly, about yourself. My previous search for purpose and an smidgen of inner peace was long ago…

Growing Up – or the Freedom of not Giving a Shit

Suggested soundtrack: Somewhere I read that happiness’ name is “it’s not my problem”. It’s a cynical truth and I guess it is the last piece of childhood that dies: the belief that we matter, the hope we can alter the course of history,…