Traveling in my opinion is a roller coaster ride in many ways. It is exhilarating and exciting, full of rapid ups and downs, twists and turns, and in our adrenalin fueled state a journey often ends with a wanting for more. The high intensity with which we feel our emotions during traveling is a big part of why it is such a unique and sought after experience. We are scared shitless at first, when we are thrown into a seemingly different world, thousands of miles away from our home; unsure what to do and scared of the bewildering unknown. Then we are relieved once we find a partner or partners, who will join us on our trip and who give us a warm sense of security and the opposite of loneliness. We experience joy and happiness as our travel group grows and we are saddened once the inevitable goodbye disbands this group, at least on a physical level. We fall in love, we fall out of love. As I said: a roller coaster ride. And although it often leaves us with a wanting for more, eventually even this adrenaline rush will fade and exhaustion will take its place. The roller coaster stops for a while. And I’m beginning to feel that I might have reached this point. Continue reading “I Think I’m Ready To Settle Down”
If we travel to a new country we usually do some research beforehand about said country, so that we know at least a little bit about their culture, history, language and so forth. We want to be prepared for what we can expect and also to prevent as many unintentional faux pas from happening. We are by all means not perfect and still make our fair share of mistakes, but doing a little research can help minimizing them.
After years of typing “Things to know about [country]” into Google and gathering all kinds of information, I realized that we can essentially wrap up a lot of the details into one simple truth: Continue reading “Dear Travelers, Please Be Respectful!”
One of my favorite stories in Ernesto ‘Che’ Guevara’s ‘The Motorcycle Diaries’ is the one that takes place somewhere on the road in Chile, where he and his friend Alberto Granado found shelter for the night in a German household. During the night Ernesto had a “bad case of the runs”, in one word: Diarrhea, and because in his opinion it would have been rude to use the pot under his bed, he thought for whatever reason, it would be a better idea to relieve himself by sitting out on the window ledge and down “into the night and blackness beyond.” The next morning when he looked out of this very window, he saw to his utter disbelief that at the bottom the German family had placed their sweet peaches to dry in the sun and Che’s “contribution” was in his own words “a spectacle that was impressive. We beat it fast.” Continue reading “My Favorite Story From Ernesto ‘Che’ Guevara’s “The Motorcycle Diaries” And What It Taught Me About The Human Side Of Icons”
I recently heard that a wise person is someone who follows his or her own advice. If that is the case then I’m afraid I’m not that wise of a person yet. I have a lot of advice to give, but most of the times I fail to follow them myself. By now I’m afraid of giving advice in any shape or form, for I fear that I appear hypocritical. Nowadays I see my notes, my posts and my poems just as Van Gogh saw his paintings of sunflowers. As a means to feel happier. Most of my recent writing tries to sound uplifting and happy, like my poems I occasionally post on Instagram, because I have to admit that I’m not in a happy and uplifting phase of my life right now. Continue reading “No, I’m Not Happy”
I initially wrote this post six months ago, when I was still living in Thailand, working slowly towards the end of my stint at Slumber Party Hostel & Bar. Then I was heading back to Germany and the lessons I learned during my time there, were taking a backseat. But now I figured it would be a shame to keep the knowledge and these little pearls of wisdom to myself, if they could potentially be of use to other people, maybe even the current generation of Slumber Party employees. The one’s who probably have no idea who I am. Continue reading “Lessons from an Entrepreneur: My Time At Slumber Party With Edmund And Too Much Tequila”
A few months ago I was watching a YouTube video in which Dave Grohl, former drummer of Nirvana, now front man of the Foo Fighters, and overall Rockstar Badass, gave a speech where he said: “The reward for playing music should be playing music.” Simple, right? I immediately agreed with him and throughout the following months this simple notion stuck with me and slowly grew into something that I now consider a firm belief in my life.
The most important reward for X should be X.
The main reason and the main reward for doing something should be the “something” itself. Everything else that comes with it, the good and bad, is respectively either a bonus or an obstacle. And as Ryan Holiday would say: “The obstacle is the way.” Continue reading “Your Most Important Reward”
One of the biggest philosophical questions is: Where do we come from? But I also think an equally important question is: Where do we belong?
I asked myself this question recently and came to the realization that everything I have been doing my whole life thus far was for the desperate attempt to belong somewhere. I mean, I was really desperate now that I think about it. It all makes sense. I am naturally a weird guy, but all this buffoonery and clownery I used to do was simply my way of trying to get recognized by the people around me. And the more I joked around, the louder I was, the more desperate for attention and recognition I was. This has been driving me for a long time. I’m sure of it. If all or most of my past actions were some sort of code, then the key to this code was my desperate desire to belong somewhere. Anywhere really. Continue reading “The Desperate Desire To Belong Somewhere”
If it’s starting a new business, playing a new instrument, deciding to travel or asking out that cutesy girl or guy – we all have our own little stories about how everything started. For some it was easier to make their decisions, because it just felt natural to them. For some it was a bit harder and they needed a little nudge out of the door. For me? It was a broken arm and a 20-minute walk that made me a traveler and the person I am today. Continue reading “How A Broken Arm and A 20-Minute Walk Changed My Life”
We comfort ourselves with pretty little lies. Make them our truth. But it can’t be. It leads to an inner conflict with the real truth. A struggle ensues. Denial and anger are fighting alongside those lies. Continue reading “Let Your Own Light Shine”
Let your creative mind do the work without consciously being aware of it. Don’t let it overtake you. Leave your ego outside the door. It has no place inside a creative person. It kills the seed before it has the chance to bloom. Continue reading “You are a Creative Person”