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Some poems and thoughts


A life lived

It is not about winning or being right,

mistakes happen, and we fail at times

Life is about living, and learning-

 (despite the outcome)

- their essence is printed in the journey

So learn to laugh at yourself from the inside when its needed, let your gratefulness for life shine through and learn to apologies to yourself and others, be humble and unafraid to learn to do better- there are times that is needed too.

Live and grow, wholeheartedly, 

no fear for showing flaws

perfectly imperfect

that should be your most important cause. 


- to my mother (and father)



Tiny House of Wheels

A cup of warm tea in my hands as the sun closes in on the rain. It smells of freedom to be living this way. Striped from material, with large windows, and a tiny yet open and cozy kitchen. A fireplace to warm my feet. A whisky barrel as my bathtub and a sauna to bring the heath. A fluffy bed with a window in the ceiling. Bookshelves along the walls. a sofa from where I can see the stars. A dinner table (hidden) to cater when needed, a staircase with storage, and wheels beneath where I am seated. 

Good WiFi, plantation skills, and woolen socks

A chance at change of scenery, 

That is what I dream of the most 

(It is during moments of wonder that I feel as I am living -  It is in this rat race treadmill of life that I feel lost)


So I guess you can tell that I thought about what I want from life-  I`m assuming most of us have gone through several rounds of epiphany's during the past year as the world (and much of our lives) stand still. What about you, What has been going through your head ?

What do you want, truly?  What stands in store for you as the world opens up again?













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