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The Recycled Pirate

Rebel by Cause | Warrior by Choice

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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 →

Curaçao. Almost a decade on island time.

October 30th, it was nine years (9, that's almost 10, right?) Nine years since I left the cold Dutch winters behind. And I promise you, I haven't missed them since. Spring was my favorite time of the year, autumn the second... Continue Reading →

What’s to come (A Pirate’s preview)

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 →

Rebuilding my world

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 →

Change your personal settings

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 →

What I’ve changed on my way to 2.0

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 →

Forever my “Wicked Games”

Zanzibar, Curacao. A Saturday night many, many moons ago... She looked at me. She listened. She whispered. She smiled. That smile. That huge beautiful smile. That brief touch. Surrounded by friends, yet we stood there as if we were alone.... Continue Reading →

A leap of words

It were words. Merely words. Real words. It isn't so much about love. It isn't weakness. It isn't about what it wasn't but it is a way to embrace life. It was an adventure as you could only imagine as... Continue Reading →

The whispers of a nutcase

Have you heard the words every time she comes by the whispers of a nutcase with a heart full of nothing and a nothing full of heart Like an occupation I long for the magic letting the words divide leave... Continue Reading →

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