Your dreams will follow you to your death 

Nobody's narrative is universal for everyone. Today I uncovered a full new layer of this fact.  I like, when this happens.   We were born different people, with different skills and talents. Different personalities, with different cognitive functions, different sets of internal values... etc. I sometimes think tremendously selfishly regarding others. Thinking that I had found the cure for everything, when I found it just for myself and myself only. Not everybody needs the sam

10.3. 20:35 Puerto Mogán, Gran Canaria It's more than a month ago. The crash. A MONTH and I am still in the process. It is challenging on my mind. I do not like to stay in places for too long. But maybe it's helpful. For sure it is helpful. I get more time to realize and anchor in who I am. Also to realize HOW MUCH I MISS SAILING. Seriously. My heart screams. But in the end I have a good opportunity to prepare her better, when she's on the dry-dock. Ahh my lord. I have a room

26.2.2026 20:55 - Puerto de Mogán, Gran Canaria The trade winds from the north-east came in the middle of the night. Singing through the masts reminded me of colder weather. I miss it. And I miss sailing. I miss the nights of solitude with the sound of the wind reflecting off the rocks. I miss the crystals of salt cutting my cheeks as I sail under 20 degree angle. I miss even that. I miss opening the sails and being dragged by the invisible force into the future of my freedom