Kafka said something in the lines of: “When you live you don’t write.” I picked up that sentence in my last year of high school. Somewhere in between a lot of books I didn’t feel like reading. I certainly

Another face of freedom - Sitting with myself in silence. So much happens, I barely have the time to digest it. Think about it or write about it. Thousands of photos are piling up in my phone. And in my

The patterns always repeat themselves. I can see it almost literally. The beginning is always difficult, it takes time to arrive into anything new. I start to remember why I do this, for those fragile

8:29 in the morning I am sitting in an armchair, my laptop on my knees. When I peak through the windows I see immense mountains in every direction. With their majestic energy they reach high up into the

Moving out of my room and into my sleeping bag. How do you even say that? I am moving out, literally, out into the wild. I am moving into my sleeping bag and onto my bike. I am also moving into my tent

“How much discomfort do we have to overcome on the way to growth?” I wonder sometimes. Recently I cycled up a steep hill in the dark. It wasn’t that long, yet those 15minutes where enough to get me in

Have you ever found yourself standing at a crossroads, unsure of which path to take? “What is it that you are going to teach me today?”, I wonder as I get out of bed long before sunrise. As many other

Some people are rich and some aren’t. Some have a six-pack some don’t. Some people just have good luck in life and some life with bad luck. Some people are happy and some aren’t. For many years I thought:

How does true freedom feel? It’s not about the place. It’s not about the time. It’s not about what you have or don’t have. Then what is it about? My lips stick together as I try to dislodge a piece of

The few things that distinguish us humans from other animals are our thumb and our capacity to think. Our thumb is a pretty cool tool to grab things. Meanwhile our ability to think gets us in trouble as

One reason why I love to to go on cycling trips so much, is because it teaches me a lot about pretty much anything in life. Pedalling up and down, far and wide became a Metaphor I can fit into many challenging

That’s the easy part. The hard part, the one where no one can do it for you, is to figure out what you want. At first sight it doesn’t seem to be a tricky question. “Of course I know what I want!” you

Too late or one of the first ones. Too old or too young. The only one doing it or one in a million. I am one in a million when I compare myself to the internet. The only one when I look around me. I am

I am no longer asking: "Why am I doing this?" Meanwhile other people still ask me: “But why are you doing this?” “Irgendwie muess mer sich ja beschäftige…” (Somehow we have to find a way to pass

“Aren’t you getting bored when you are by yourself all day?” Is a frequent question people ask me. When I happen to tell them about the bike trips I do by myself. That question left me speechless the first

Isn’t love connected to one deep fear most of us have and few of us can admit? Maybe the only fear that we all share. The fear of not finding love. The fear of being left over. The fear no one will ever

In the morning I wake up in a thick soup of fog. My sleeping bag is drenched wet and I can not see further than I reach with my arm. I had slept alright, actually really good considering that I had been

My legs are as heavy as my mind. Everything feels like discomfort and suffering in front as much as behind me. I am in the middle of it. Hundreds of kilometers left to cycle and I barely manage to do 50

My body is tired my mind wide awake as I push my bike out of the trees on to the top of the hill. Bright light and a sea of fog beneath me, the sun didn’t rise yet. I lean my bike against the bench I had

In the myst of a late morning I leave Eva’s Home. The fire had been already burning in the stove when I got down into her kitchen, the smell of coffee unfolding in the air. Our conversations are still