It’s been four years since I decided to take charge of my own life again. Four years is a long, long time, in four years you could complete an undergraduate degree, serve an apprenticeship, study and learn to become an expert at – a lot of things.
I’ve learned a lot in the last 4 years.
I’ve learned to smile and laugh out loud again.
I’e learned to take charge of my own health and well-being.
I’ve learned to express myself through other means other than talking or writing about how or what I think.
I’ve learned to live with the silence of the present.
I’ve learned to network and connect with people who have had similar horrific life experiences and come to realise life isn’t fair and shit does happen completely randomly and without warning.
I’d like to think I’m more aware of life’s precious little moments and the big ones too.
I’m not sure I’ve managed to become an expert at anything.
But there is an art to living LIFE. I consider myself a Lebensküstler. That’s a lovely German word and can only be translated word for word Lebenslife-Künstlerartist even though it doesn’t really encapsulate the spirit of that person (sometimes being a survivalist and someone who strives to have grace under fire). It doesn’t express that to some a Lebenskünstler is often a typical underachiever when it comes to your traditional career goals etc.
I’m half way through my 46th year on this planet and it feels good to be alive. What more can anyone ask for?