The Me...

...is someone who thinks too much to feel at home in simple answers, and feels too deeply to stay in thought alone. My path began as a carpenter, led me through workshops, projects, factory halls, and spaces of ideas. I’ve worked with my hands, planned with my mind, struggled with my heart – and at some point I realized I’m more than a profession. More than a résumé. More than a functional profile.

This blog is not a project of self-promotion. It’s my attempt to become visible – not through pictures, but through traces. Through contradictions, insights, inner images, and open questions. I don’t want to shine. I want to be understood. And sometimes I just want to exist – as I am.

What defines me can't be said in three bullet points. I’m not always easy, but mostly real. I can be quiet or playful like a child and at the same time think like an old man. I’m not seeking attention, but connection. And when I write, it’s not to explain, but to show: Look, this is what it’s like inside here.

The Path...

...was never about finding a goal, but a place where I can stay without having to pretend. Much of what I’ve done in life was right – but rarely truly mine. I functioned within systems, thought along, took responsibility, and often felt like a stranger in the middle of it all. Only when I started taking myself seriously did I realize: it’s not enough.

Today, I no longer see my inner life as a disorder, but as a richness. I’ve learned that contradictions aren’t mistakes – they are arcs of tension. That greatness and doubt don’t cancel each other out. That clarity doesn’t mean having no questions left, but asking the right ones.

I believe there are many who think and feel as I do – but hardly anyone talks about it. That’s why I write. Not to be loud, but to become visible. Not to convince, but to inspire. And if I end up changing the world just a little – mine or yours – then it was worth it.

And maybe...

...this place isn't out there, but inside. And maybe it grows the more I share. Not perfect, not final, but alive. And maybe you're someone who wants to walk a little way with me.