exactly today, one year ago, i handed in the keys to my apartment in shanghai, from where i started my insane vagabond-adventure.
during the last year… i lived in exactly 10 countries, boarded 16 planes, slept in 66 (nonmoving) beds, left behind 6 pairs of shoes, (i didn’t make these number up, i promise) lost countless things, but gained soooo much more.
but then again, what is one year? it is a man made time-limitation that we like to celebrate. it is a reason to remember, reflect, reminisce and a lot can happen in one year. that’s why i like celebrating anniversaries (like my ny-birthday), but actually it is better to celebrate days….
even in one day your life can change. even in one day you can change your life. and every day your life can end…
and as long as i can say: “i went where i wanted to go“
“i said what i wanted to say“
“i saw what i wanted to see“
….while staying kind to other humans, mothernature and myself,
then i am ok. i am seeing, whatever happened last friday in paris, as a motivation to continue to live my life as fully as i can.
a life that that emphasizes creativity, awareness, simplicity, discovery, independence, realism, and growth of the spirit.
i am going to continue to follow the sun and do my best to reflect warm light and spread beauty.