The place where I was born

You can go the whole world over, every city has one dawn, but everybody living has one place where he was born…My land is Kenya, Roger Whittaker

Growing up, my dreams were always bigger than the town I grew up in. So, when I turned eighteen I left. And for twenty-five years I wondered the earth, had twenty different addresses and met thousands of people. Faith had it though, that after a quarter of a century, I ended up right where I started: in Holland. And I was more homeless, unemployed and single than ever before.  

Time to start over. There’s an order in life and in our Universe: housing first, the job opportunity will present itself in due time and maybe, just maybe ‘my’ Leonardo will find me in the end. Not the other way around. Because, what I came to realize when everything was stripped away, is that life cannot be made, it is given to you. No more pushing for jobs and chasing guys. Just flow with life’s natural course and see what happens. That is The Surf of Life.

I have been preaching ‘surfing life’ for years, but lately the more I start to practice it, the more life seems to work out (to my own surprise). Housing opportunities start to present themselves, I let delays in achieving career goals for what they are and therefore I start to experience the peace of letting things flow, instead of making them happen.