Life kicks you hardly making you fall, and then you don’t know how, you don’t know when, but every time you raise and stand up again. Stronger. And a bit wake, too.
Last 5 years hit me so badly in many ways that sometimes I just couldn’t understand what was going on. Sometimes I even didn’t notice I was under many storms at the same time.

Take tsunami. In a night it erased everything: lives, houses, trees. Tabula rasa. Five years after here they are: standing up. But aware, too. There are alarm towers everywhere.

Same happened to me. One winter evening my world stopped with cancer.
And I was lucky, I do not complain. I faced the storm, and its consequences, and the unexpected consequences of the consequences because tsunamicancer hits the ones you love, too. Harder than you imagine. And sometimes they do not have the strenght to fight besides you. But you, well, you have it. You ARE it. You can’t quit your body like your partner does. And you don’t even blame him. It’s a matter of resilience. Some people are more used to fight in life, than others are.

Five years after you stand up, proudly. Living with your invisible scars. Many things will never be like before, but you made it, and you will fight again if it hits your body another time. But 5 years passed, and the stone mile means you’re safe.

December 31, Maya Bay: paradise on earth, enjoying a sunset swim with a bunch of people that wanted to be here too on this day, because everyone has a reason. New year’s eve is special, no matter what. It will always be.

You are at the end of the world, with people coming from the world that seems so far away. We all are so different but then you start to look in those eyes, and you recognize some friendly smiles and you feel special because you are in paradise, cast away, and the night comes, and the rhum goes, and you laugh enjoying your ticket to paradise for these few hours you’ve been allowed to steal from eden.
And you all know nobody will miss a drop of it.

So the night comes and the plancton shines in the beach, and it is so magical, so perfect, with the stars all over and you both are perfect too, just for this night, just in this beach, “paradised” away.

And then the sun rises and eden is still there, you stand alone on this beach and everything has a meaning for the new day in this world. You walk down and slowly dive your fighting body in the transparent waters like a blessing, and after a neverending apnea you will emerge, born again, feeling your muscles, a wild horse ready to run.
A walk back to say good morning to your trespassing companion and you both silently pack, silently get back to yourselves and your lonely, different paths.
You made it. You are alive.

Newborn, alive, and badass.