I look back at 2021 as the most difficult year of my life.

I lost my son at the beginning of that year – and nothing could’ve prepared me for that kind of pain.

Later that same year, I stood on an island, watching the volcano in La Palma erupt.

The ground itself cracked open.

And I realized just how small I am in the face of life.

Of death.
Of nature.
Of truth.

From that pain, from that depth, I created something unexpected:

A year of material success.

In 2022, I made over 140,000 Swiss Francs.

I became a father for the third time.

I was traveling, moving between countries, building again.

People saw success.

But what they didn’t see was how much of it was driven by a fire inside me that hadn’t yet softened into peace.

In 2023, I took that material success and followed it outward.
I traveled with my family to Asia.

I saw some of the most beautiful places on Earth.

But I felt empty inside.

The external was stunning.
But inside – I was disconnected.

That’s when I realized:
Financial overflow is not abundance.

Looking successful from the outside doesn’t fill the emptiness within.

On the second of Decembre 2024, in the middle of my divorce, I had €1.72 in my bank account.

I didn’t know where I’d sleep.
I didn’t know how I’d pick up my kids from school.
I had no financial cushion.
No home.
No backup plan.

From the outside, I was broke.
I was homeless.

But inside…

Something cracked open again – this time in the best way.

I felt alive.
I felt raw, real and completely connected to myself.

Yes, I felt ashamed at moments.
Frustrated.
Humiliated even.

But beneath that was a strange kind of wonder.

A richness I had never known before.

A trust in life that I couldn’t fake, only feel.