Those moments

I kinda like being dirty and then clean again,

All teared-up and then laughing my brains out,

Exhausted and then rejuvenated the next morning,


Feeling the difference, accepting the whole ride.


I LIVE for those small moments of incredible joy in-between struggle,

Like powerful moments on the mountain by myself; a break away from a loud, party-crazy and misfitting employee-house,

Like playing my ukulele and writing a song in a quiet forest that I biked so far to reach,

Like taking a cold plunge into the ocean after a long day of hiking and sweating in the heat...

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