This year is being a pilgrimage to my center, to my essence. It must be about entering the seventh seven-year... Read More
This year is being a pilgrimage to my center, to my essence. It must be about entering the seventh seven-year period. Who knows. I feel turning 42 as a turning point in my life. Don’t know exactly why, but it feels like a rite of passage in some way. I no longer wonder where to go, I just put one foot in front of the other. Walking. With no hurry. And no pause. Without laziness. Without a doubt.
