In a world suffocating under its own weight, humanity found a final, chilling solution: The Door.

The year is 2153. Earth groans beneath 28 billion souls, resources bled dry, hope withered. Governments offer one last, ubiquitous mercy – The Door. Step through the gleaming archway, embrace the painless frequency of silence, and simply cease to be. Millions queue daily for this escape, a testament to a world where living has become worse than dying.

Nine-year-old Julia understands this reality with a clarity beyond her years. Clutching Terry, her worn plush elephant and only anchor, she walks hand-in-hand with her mother towards Door #34. They seek not life, but peace – an end to the hunger, the fear, the crushing hopelessness. Julia observes the shuffling lines, the hollow eyes, the quiet desperation, storing it all away with the unsettling wisdom of a child born into the apocalypse.

But just as they approach the threshold of oblivion, the fragile peace shatters. Brutal violence erupts as fanatics known as Lifers attack the queue, turning the path to serene death into a landscape of fire, bullets, and terror. In the ensuing chaos, amidst the stampede and the screams, the unthinkable happens: Julia’s hand slips from her mother's grasp.

Cast adrift in a city exploding with violence, armed only with her wits and a stuffed elephant, Julia is suddenly fighting not for a peaceful end, but for survival itself. Can a child navigate the ruins of humanity when the only exit she ever knew has become a terrifying battleground? Can innocence endure when the only way out is swallowed by chaos, and the only way forward leads into the unknown heart of a dying world?

"The Door" is a raw, visceral journey into a dark future, exploring the depths of despair, the fierce grip of love, and the unexpected resilience of the human spirit against the backdrop of utter collapse. Prepare to be gripped until the final, haunting page.

The 10% Rule is the practice of continuously implementing small, incremental improvements across all personal daily routines and systems, ensuring a constant creative enhancement in comfort, efficiency and livability.

The human language is very limiting. Our full reality in the world requires much more than words to understand and experience. There is a line where language reaches the limit of what it can explain, paint and define. Words are like a narrow river that once it reaches the ocean, simply disappears and merges into the all.

Finding your authenticity is less than easy because it forces you to switch on the lights and see all the old dusty lies you’ve been telling yourself. When there is no one to point the finger at, it becomes hard for your mind to understand that you, yourself, would keep things about yourself from yourself. Because if you can’t trust yourself-who can you trust? Read that again.

Personal change is not that easy in every-day-life because if you were to take the weekend to make changes to your personality when you’d come back your friends, colleagues and family would probably all be asking you what’s wrong with you.

I guide because I love seeing the eyes of my guests when I show them the magical natural secrets I've discovered in Costa Rica. Each of them has a special power over you, a way to bring happiness into your life; from a magical sunset spot where the ocean turns purple and the sky burns red to a mystical natural hot spring in the middle of the rainforest. Nature is my medicine cabinet.

When one keeps feelings inside, it’s not dissimilar from building a dam in the middle of the ocean. Feelings are not designed to be held back, just like the waves. Waves like to play, move, explore, join, and explode upon reaching solid land moaning the never ending sound of the ocean.

There are rules, laws and principles which we live by that were not dreamed, conceived or signed into law by us, our parents or our grandparents. The systems that we live by were forged by strangers, many of them long dead. Being truly free would mean choosing if working 5 days a week is something we want, or given options, instead we all just make a line to walk in the corporate machine.

Roads don’t get the credit they deserve. The grid they form maps our towns and cities and show the shape of human civilization and expansion. Roads connect all of us, and they changed humanity from nomadic outposts to a massive interconnected grid where we all flow like electrical impulses on a circuit board.

We grind our bodies and souls on the cogs of the nine to five machine for years in order to secure our 'ultimate' future. That future can hold many shapes, it could be a dream house, a dream location, a dream job, a dream financial state of being. We believe that once we 'reach that plateau' we'll be able to live in a higher, happier state of being.

Cocktail, Cocktail, if you could talk...
'Stories you could tell. 
Love affairs at the motel, 
only you really know.

I’m writing this piece from my trailer deep in the green, gorgeous woods of New Hampshire. It’s a sunny, gorgeous Friday summer afternoon, and all I’ve done today is drop off my daughter at school, made a delicious salad, spent two hours reading, and enjoyed a beautiful ride on my bike in the countryside.

The world of politics stirred up so many millions of topics and editorials and opinions for discussion, but I am surprised by the short-sighted focus of the entire global conversation. No one has had the insight to ask the one truly most important question any world leader should be addressing right now, which is simply, “Where is this all going? What is our global purpose as humanity? What’s the vision?” Everyone is focused on economic growth and ‘moving forward’ but no one has any idea where forward goes or why.

People don't like surprises because no one likes to find themselves stuck in a situation they don't want to be in. We've learned to live in a perpetual all-around defensive mode in which we push all surprises out of our life, the bad ones and the good ones.

A good friend lost his wife to cancer. I helped him place a bench in front of his house that he dedicated to her for anyone to sit. I wrote and framed this poem for him.

The last time I had a proper house with walls, roof, a bathroom and a kitchen was in the year 2015. I was in New York City working the business executive life. From that point on, I took a dive into a the vastness of the unknown and settled in a variety of minimalist nomadic houses that have included an off grid yurt, several tiny houses, and my camper. I have lived in farms, campsites, eco-villages, people's gardens and nature parks from the west coast to the east.

The sun comes out,

I fail to see it, and just reach out for my cloak,

My heavy old dark cloak of sadness,

Guilt from people no longer with me,

All my mistakes and words against me.

When one keeps feelings inside, it’s not dissimilar from building a dam in the middle of the ocean. Feelings are not designed to be held back, just like the waves. Waves like to play, move, explore, join and explode upon reaching solid land moaning the sound of the ocean.

Let it flow.
Don’t oppose. 
No need to be a wall.

Let it flow.
Nothin’ to be afraid. 
If all you have to do is flow. 

My life got off the highway