I am no saint, nor a hero. I’m far from perfect actually and I’m not afraid to confront myself.
4 years ago I witnessed death in my arms and saw what fighting for your last breathe of air really was like. I had been on a dive with my girlfriend and we went too deep for too long. Too irresponsible. After an emergency ascent I saw her bloodshot eyes, her pale face and her blue lips as she was gasping for air.
I wonder why I feel the need to write and bother you all (y'all, for my "other" friends) with my posts. But here I am still typing and pushing my words on all these social media outlets while smiling in... Continue Reading →
Last Sunday I had an epiphany. I walked for more than an hour for the first time (do you know how much things you can think about in that time frame?). It wasn't just a walk though. It was supposed... Continue Reading →
It's already been a week since I stood in front of a group of teens. Correction, 3 groups of +/- 60 teens. In this last week I barely had the time to reflect what that day meant. I'm on a... Continue Reading →
Breathing! Yes, breathing. It's as simple as it sounds except for when you really need to do it, except, you don't know how... How can something so natural, so basically necessary be so crucial in your change? Again, it's simple.... Continue Reading →
"Levi, Levi, you don't know me but I need to thank you. I want to shake your hand. You inspired me, bro. During my rehabilitation your music motivated me to take responsibility. To accept change. You rock dude!" His eyes looked... Continue Reading →
There are certain moments I realize what I lost and what I've accomplished. How deep my fall was and how high I'm reaching up. Certain moments I fill up with tears and wonder where I was all these years I've... Continue Reading →
Als een vreemde bespied ik mezelf kijkend in de spiegel zie ik een oudere man waar gister nog een jochie stond. Ik ben al honderd keer gestorven, terwijl de radio nog hetzelfde klinkt. In die zelfde nacht is mijn spiegelbeeld... Continue Reading →
