Good god is enjoying with tears the too serious authenticity. finally his game is being played to its utmost limit with stark grimness. what a wonderful sight, lets shake our little ballerinas rope for the impression of risk and the fun of determination. a divine dance. my balance act made my thin, serious and smiling – let’s jump into action.

i lived on a curious average. good graduation, great yearning for money and success. glad i fell quickly from that high horse into deep frequencies of meditation. capitalism was my poorly finished chapter and i was at peace with that. next i went on the road with my mothers work car. as a rebell i was delighted to find her fuel card working all over europe and so didn’t hesitate to drive young studying beauties to my favourite beaches in the spanish south. i carried a great peaceful pride of being something different, but was still wearing shirts and neatly folded bandanas over my carefully kneaded curls. next there was a sudden fresh stormy water around my slim chest and i found myself in deep plant smoke on a hippies boat. i had a wonderful time, contrasting student life with hippie life. these worlds were separated by cold water and a plastic bag with my belongings which i tied to my underwear. of course i swam to the beach every day and back, just rough realness for newborn hippie babies. seriously i’ve had no idea about the vastness of the world which opened its cranky wooden doors on that boat. the evenings till 4am were laden deeply with life exploring fascination and very playful philosophical discussions. i listened with smoke-tearing wide eyes to these fabulous old man. all started gleaming in bright hippie dust. objects of smalltalks revealed entries to hidden magic worlds, if you dare descending.

that holy grail sparkled in my eyes many weeks after, empowerment and meaning juiced asphalt streets, bottle messages and torpedo dolphins obviously. the sense of adventure stuck deep thru sailing to the canaries, sleeping in ruins and climbing construction towers. everything was full of wonder. sailing the way met it had struck a deep cord in me and it continued humming in the following phases of working, travelling and questioning. i hitchhiked the oceans and Latin America and was enriched by many gleaming cultures. i realised how manyfold and intuitive the paths to happiness are and decided to dive seriously like a child into the deep blue desert. i was gonna make my heart my life.

i am a hasty writer and by now you’ll have a certain feeling about my motivation to set out on this journey. after all i am only very curious about how far the modern day pirate prototype can be pushed. the pirate who has a free heart and explorers mind. he’s a playful humanist striving to return to the essence. i love that romantic fantasy and i believe that a little exaggeration of beauty can get you out of bed with more ease, it definitely does the job for me! to find life hard and straining is just a concept we once made up. to find it joyful and teasing is a concept were allowed to make up. for me the sailboat metaphor describes that nicely. the wild mix: simplicity and joy by touching nature. playfulness by self-control and respect by the background adrenaline which sailing inevitability. you are in full power and full risk of your own life. 

this is a blog about dreaming and gratefulness. sitting in classroom i couldn’t have imagined myself sailing a boat across oceans, i could’ve just guessed that people find pleasure in that. i’m humbled to be in the possibility of striving for great liberty more than ever before, i thank you dearly for following my journey and my boats journey.