The difference, I've learned, has nothing to do with what happens — and everything to do with whether you're paying attention. I found a small ritual that forces me to stop, once a week, and actually reckon with the time that just passed. It's not always comfortable. But it's changed the way I experience Life entirely...
We don't truly regret what we did. We regret what we didn't do. How many people are serving that sentence right now? The one who said nothing — not because they had nothing to say, but because saying it felt too revealing and somehow dangerous. Almost said it. Almost went. Almost tried. Almost is the heaviest word in the language. And it follows you everywhere...
It's easy to take a photo when everything is going well. But the ones I keep going back to? Never the perfect ones. There's something about reaching for the camera at the wrong moment that tells you everything about what actually mattered...
From seasonal jobs to spontaneous adventures, I've learned that Life rarely announces its most important moments in advance. More often than not, they arrive disguised as side quests...
It has been more than a year since you were taken from me on that cold Monday night. You were born in Japan, you moved to Italy, and we made it work anyway. I was 18 when I rode you for the first time, and you took my breath away. We shared a road trip from Italy to the Netherlands that nobody believed in, and a few girls who all fell in love with you too. I never rode again after you left, and I still miss you...
You won’t remember the days you spent on Netflix, or the ones you wasted thumb scrolling down your Instagram feed. You will remember the run to catch the last train home, the walk uphill for the sunset and the walk back in total darkness, and yes, the hangover after a crazy night out. We try to cheat Life by dying a little every day, so how about living it instead?...
It’s my 30th birthday’s eve, and the voices are already loud. When are you getting married? Why learn guitar at your age? You are too old to change country, too old to follow your dream, too old for the backpack. Maybe Life is over at 30, right? Not if you remember one thing: time flies, but you are the pilot...
No English, not much money, no plans, just a one way ticket. “What will you do there? Where will you live?” Everyone asked. “I do not know yet. I will figure it out once there,” I answered. I would give everything to go back to that morning, the 26th of September 2011, to feel that uncertainty once more. You may think it was fear, but it was the best expression of Life. I was 20, I was not ready, and I went anyway...