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The Recycled Pirate

Rebel by Cause | Warrior by Choice

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The Recycled Pirate

Andrew “Andy” Kirchner was born on the Caribbean island of Curaçao but spent years living in The Netherlands before returning home. Apart from being a Social Worker, Andy fed his adventurous spirit by working as a Salsa Teacher, a Poet, a Balloon Entertainer, and as a Tourist Guide and Dive Instructor. After a drastic, life-changing event in 2012, Andy had to learn how to live again. He needed to face many ugly truths and use past experiences to rebuild his life to become The Recycled Pirate. Today, Andy is an often-asked public speaker, a holistic lifestyle and personal development coach and a self-proclaimed yogi. He teaches Mindfulness methods by a non-conformist as a Pirate who recycled his own life. Find Andy on Instagram or Twitter or watch his TEDx Aruba Talk From Wheelchair to Social Entrepreneur here https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BxY7hRhZKAk&t=5s.

Did I fail? 5 years of pain.

Did I fail? It's been five years... It's been more than just that, years. But counting the years, one, two, three, four, five, is easier to explain and to grasp with so much that has happened and so much that... Continue Reading →

A deep intimate connection

I am no saint, nor a hero. I’m far from perfect actually and I’m not afraid to confront myself.

Become your own creator

We prefer to quote some mystic words than to bare our soul. We prefer to read the knowledge of the past than to discover the future for ourselves.

What’s with the Pirate?

My life was a waste. For many years I was ruled by cigarettes, drugs, alcohol, sex, it was all so good but none of it brought me the life I desired. Insecurities, fear and anxiety destroyed hopes and dreams. "They" said I was "up to no good." I was a mess till I lost my life. I didn't die. I could still breathe, but everything else died in front of me...

I will always remain me

I am not afraid to show myself. I never was... However, I was taught to fear others and the words they might speak. The thoughts they might think. My inner struggle however kept repeating: "I am not responsible for what... Continue Reading →

Grow, from a boy into a man

The candles that melted, smoke that lingered and the wine that has accompanied the adolescents didn't bring much good. They were a whirlwind of emotions that I never understood. Why, was I thinking this? Why, was I feeling so much? Why, was I the only one?

She still tells me to let go…

I have loved more than I ever been loved. Yet I broke more hearts than mine was broken. Mine was, and is still, bruised and sore. It aches but it keeps wanting more. I tried to turn it off but... Continue Reading →

Becoming Me (looking back 2 years)

“You got this!” I enforced on myself as I rammed my cain almost through the pavement waiting for the car to pass and I could cross the road of freedom.

Turning the page (A Pirate’s Look at 40)

With all this in mind, it hurts. I'm hurting. I feel I failed. I feel I've lost a some parts that I could have won. I know these are "just" human doubts, but still, let me share my thoughts.

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