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The Recycled Pirate

Rebel by Cause | Warrior by Choice

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I want to…; A wishlist.

I want them to learn what happiness is, how to accept it and that they will never need someone's affirmation to dare to say: I want...

I have come from a long journey

I'm a Pirate at 41 and never have I had so many questions, never have I ever wondered, wandered and discovered as much as I do now. In a weird confident way I am doing very well answering questions that haunted me for life.

Where did all this work come from?

I see a world where we are. supposedly, connected, but people are just overwhelmed with questions. The past is gone but left the scars behind for them to carry.

Me too; A confession

I wish I could say I didn’t know better. I wish I had an excuse but all I could say would never take away my mistakes. However, I’m not going to stop there. I have a plan and I’ve been committing to it. I’m going to confess, I’m going to grow and I’m going to educate myself and all men and women, I can see or touch, around me.

Who, What, Why is that The “Recycled” Pirate

I took the little bit of life that was left of me and I went to change it. I had to see everything with open eyes, open mind and a forgiving heart. I set on a new path of RECYCLING (my) LIFE!

I want to show you my world

I live in the world that I can share and it is magic. I see creations, people standing and applauding. I see people loving and caring. I feel people, and they want to share more but they are lost in a false sense of life. There are no right answers other than the right questions, and those make you challenge you.

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.

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 →

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 →

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