I tell myself that I need to be alone in order to find myself but that’s not correct.
There are the right kind of people to help you along this path and the wrong kind.
Beautiful earthly house.
Balcony overlooking dark sea and bright twinkling lights across the bay.
A shelf with a couple of battered English books waiting for someone to put the pages in the right order.
A fan – no aircon. We don’t need that devil.
A full length mirror.
The last time I was among all these symbols of happiness was more than 15 years ago. And I was miserable.
An unruly adolescent trapped amongst paranoid and often dangerous family members, looking for her escape in junk food and at the bottom of the sea, diving as deep as her ears could handle, scanning the white sand for shells.
Half a lifetime ago and I still remember the feeling when I was accused of manhandling my young cousin, the one who always faked things to get me in trouble. After many fights, I packed two huge duffle bags with two months’ worth of gear and hit the road looking for the first bus to go wherever, but I was not gonna stay there.
I remember it being four in the afternoon and forty degrees, and it was an uphill battle – literally – to get those huge bags with me till the stop.
If I can do this, I can do anything.
I knew from a very young age how to pack light, and to make quick escapes.
I had realised from a very young age that I could go as far as my own two feet could carry me, and I could carry as much as my own two shoulders could muster.
As I sit now in this lovely porch, with only the sound of the fan and the muffled whispers of the neighbors, sipping fennel tea and my feet rested on the railing, savoring this delicious quiet that I was clamoring for for years… I cannot believe I got so far. So many years passed and yet seems like yesterday and a hundred years ago.
As I lean my head and observe the blue black sky alit with diamond stars I wish I could go back in time more than 15 years and whisper in my own ear as I trudged up that hill :
It will pass. Fear not as you count the days one by one like a prisoner, for adulthood is going to be sweeter than you can possibly imagine. And you will have all you’re aching for, and more.
But most importantly, you’ll be free.
Whazzzzup my bamboozles?!?
Without further ado, my surprisingly very energetic self will proceed to dictate the different aspects of the vegan lifestyle.
Yes, I said it. The most offensive v-word ever. I am sure I will be condemned to the deepest pits of hell for my vulgarity.
This has never stopped me from sharing my experiences.
First of all a disclaimer : regardless of being carnivore, herbivore, vegetarian, vegan, or breatharian, I strongly support of sharing your thoughts, experiences, and tips as long as one is not busting the others’ b@lls.
After participating in a versatile hour-and-a-half game of Apenkooi a.k.a. the Monkey Garden organized by my company, I remembered something I hadn’t thought about in years.
It sucks being a kid. Double that if you’re an adolescent.
Because you want to visit London but cannot afford it at the moment.
One of the most controversial sentences I ever heard was that everybody misses their mom.
After a lot of thought, I realized it is true. Everybody does. Read more ›
Given the fact that it has been the no 1 tourist destination with more than 125.000.000 tourists per year, the following declaration is the most obvious that it could but here goes :
THAILAND IS AMAZING AND EVERYBODY SHOULD VISIT!