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800 km across the Pyrenees, from the Atlantic to the Mediterranean

August 18th - September 15th 2020

 

 

 

Years ago, I heard the life story of Sylvester Stalone, the man behind Rocky. I remember thinking to myself: "How far can you go for your dream?"

This adventure got me emotionally so deep. At times it got me to dark places I've never been before. Dark places where I felt a deep hate and incomprehension for humankind (How can we be so stupid to destroy our health and our planet for the sake of things like comfort, status and being convenient to the expectations we imagine other have of us?????), and even the very dark question whether I still want to take part of that world...

 

Today, I find myself almost in a similar position as Sylvester Stalone. During my crossing I received some unexpected bills and tax payment requests. Now I am completely broke and have to borrow money from my parents. Luckily, I didn't have to sell my dog to someone like Sylvester Stallone was forced to do, but more than I want to I have to leave him to others because I simply don't have enough time for him.

 

In January 2019; I felt terribly unhappy with myself, my job and my life. I wanted to change everything and up until today I grinded so extremely hard. I've read over 70 books, I did a Vipassana-mediation (which a lot of succesful people refer to as one of the hardest things they ever did), I'm almost finished writing my second book, I learned to step up to the most beautiful women on the street, say they look gorgeous and sometimes managed to get on a date with them, I followed a course in social skills, I trained like a fool for a full-distance triathlon and went digging in my physical reserves during this Pyrenees crossing. So much work inside, and the only visible result on the outside is an empty bank account...

 

I can only remind myself to Paulo Coelho's words in the Alchemist: "Many have died of thirst while they could see the palmtrees on the horizon."

 

I absolutely hate paperwork and that's what drowning me now... the fact of living in France doesn't make things easier... there are so many different instances, so many rules and even more limitations. That's why my first book still isn't legally published, that's why I still don't have a company structure set up, that's why I got bills I didn't expect...

 

But I know I have gold in me, as we all have. The handful of people that read an illegal copy of my first book told me it inspired or even changed them. The second book will be even better. All these struggles are getting me to a level in which I start to have the mental strength to break records. The few followers on Instagram told me my posts made them smile everyday... These little pats on the back from these people give me the drive to continue...

 

Because if I can't live my dreams, why, then, am I even alive?