A true anecdote from my childhood

glass shardsI start souping up glass shards from the shattered glass table in the living room. I’ve worn my workout shoes so I don’t cut my feet. Glass shards, of a fragmented life.

The chaos that was created in my mind I would benefit from when I trained for the Olympics many years later. Now I was only 7 years old and didn’t show much about, life school. It would hurt, to clear all the broken glass from my childhood. But I had no choice.

I had to make my way through the pain, without anesthetic. It was like watching open wounds and feeling the blood flow down the legs, to the pool on the ground. All the wounds had to drain and only then would I be free.

After that, the journey to the new unexplored land of opportunity began. What would I choose to be. Where would I choose to go. Nothing holds me back and I can find “promised land” for real. It took some time, but was worth every second.

Soon I will launch my new website … then there will be more stories of chaos, but above all development until today.

Mikael Avatar from lighter, state of emergency in Thailand

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