The version of me that used to exist

The version of me that used to exist

The version of me that used to exist As I was walking along the busy streets of Canggu in Bali, I kept on searching for something familiar. Buildings that used to be, cafes I used to love, rice fields that used to sway in the morning sun. But no matter how far I...
Is it worth it?

Is it worth it?

Is it worth it? ┬áIn the midst of difficulties, I often ask myself “is this worth it?” As if there is some kind of IT that will justify all the hardship and pain at the end. As if there is an end. When it’s hard I get angry and stomp my feet. This is...
Space for the fog

Space for the fog

Space for the fog Whenever I stop, it catches up with me. Whenever I stand still, I hear it right next to me. When there is nothing going on, it moves over me like a fog, and I cannot see my way anymore. So I run, and I do, I plan and I begin. Anything to not have...