In Gratitude to all the people I love.

 Waking up I couldn't believe this is my real life. For just a split second I was afraid  that it was only a dream because at night I had already started my journey and was in Southern Germany getting to know Maritreyo, in his house in the mountains, spending time with my friend. So when I opened my eyes for the first seconds I looked around checking if this was reality or if I was still in my job not having changed anything.

It is such an indescribably beautiful feeling of just going out living my dream that it is so hard for me to grasp that reality and realize that this is really happening especially after the last days when minute to minute each moment became growingly beautiful, touching, loving, intense, full of happiness, gratitude, joy and love from all my friends and family popping up. Having such an amazingly enriching Friday with my friend Ben coming to see me from Brunswick flowing into my good bye night which was a crazy happening in any possible aspect turning out to not really being my good bye after this long morning hours until 4 am, when the guys tried keeping me awake pouring Jägermeister into my mouth sitting and lying on top of me on my bed. When the next day all of them call again either apologizing for their behaviour, telling me how much they love me, offering me their help moving, wanting to see me again today...


I guess this is what happens in the last minutes before actually leaving. Just when you think everything is done. And so yesterday all my plans got overruled, split open, coming all together for me, with me, with my friends supporting all and everything I was wishing for synchronizing with my imaginations, bigger than my imaginations starting with Vera calling me to offer me another option of coming to her to Switzerland bringing together all the missing pieces of the puzzle when the same minutes my friend Zora told me she would be more than happy to welcome me tomorrow for the week, offering me her home, her company, her time, being part of my journey, not only that but saying she feels honoured to be that for me.

And on the other side my loved ones that are staying here are doing quite the same in the opposite direction letting me know over and over again, holding my hands, kissing me, hugging me telling me that they love me so much, that I can always come back, will have a place to stay, always open doors, a home...

I am truly so overwhelmed by all this kindness, this sincere love, getting more and more and more offers, more love, more appreciation of being in their lives...

Also it is exactly on the date today a year ago that I had my life changing accident laying in hospital , first lockdown, my face being destroyed, fear, love, gratitude rushing into my life from all sides inside and out. Being more grateful than ever for life, similarly intense as now just today out of love, a year ago out of fear. The circle is closing, finding its ending and therefore new beginning right at the perfect time.

No regrets, just learnings, open hearts and souls, overflow of love, support, appreciation and gratitude. This is unreal and at the same time it is the only, deepest truest real I ever felt so profoundly touching, moving. My life. It starts right now. More than ever.

I'm ready. Here I come. 

THIS IS FOR EACH AND EVERY PERSON WHO MAKES MY LIFE SO BEAUTIFUL IN BERLIN AND IN THE WORLD.

THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR ALL YOUR LOVE AND PROTECTION, SUPPORT AND HONESTY, FOR ALWAYS CATCHING ME WHEN I FALL. I WILL ALWAYS BE GRATEFUL FOR HAVING SUCH A STRONG LOVING BASE IN MY LIFE.

PAPA, MAMA, WENZEL, DANIEL, DOMI, HANNI, BEN, DARIO, ZORA, MARITREYO, DARSHIKA, RICHIE, JULIUS, ALL COLLEAGUES, VERA, CARLA, JULE, LISA, MARC, OLIVIA, MAIKE, STEFFI, FIONA, RIMBI, LINDA, SEPIDEH, MAJID, HAMID, KSENIA, HANNA, MARIE

There is no particular order in this because I love all of you equally as well as differently.

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