Three Lives...

Life One:

I push it and push it, develop blogs, videos etc and become a successful data guy and I am now seriously thinking of setting up a proper company. I'm finally settled in Berlin and start making some waves in the 'office'. People like me and approach me with their issues, I'm trustworthy among the members of the Factory. My clients love me as well, they keep coming back and I get to get involved on some really interesting projects. I am can slowly start worrying less about the cashflow and focus more on creating value and branching out. I finally become a well respected CEO and while I have to deal with challenging decisions I finally feel I am in charge of a well wheeled operations. I'm being challenged, liked and sometimes I can even put my feet up without worrying about the future.

Life Two:

In the middle of the night I get a phone call from S. He's clearly drunk but coherent and tells me that he's made the biggest mistake of his life. He's asking if he can come in. Of course, I open the door and immediately he falls asleep half-naked. We wake up in the morning and he's a little bit shy but I make him nice eggs, over easy. We're making a few jokes, exchange some stories. Flawed but in it the most beautiful way. Over time we figure it out. We get rid of the boundaries, we talk a lot. We continue living separately, yet close enough so we can have spontaneous coffee on his way back from work. My books are getting better and he finally starts reading my stories. He may not like all of them but I can see that some make him smile and that encourages me to write even more. We are now part of Berlin and Berlin is becoming part of us. We still go out together for dinners or bars and always have an excellent time. As times are getting back to normal we're planning our first trip to London...

Life Three:

Money is not a problem so I now basically live on a boat. I wear boat shoes, flowery shirts and shorts and I look good in them. I don't have any permanent location but I spend some time in St. Tropez. I get off of my boat and go to a local casinos. I speak some French and the locals like me. We exchange stories from the past and the future. My poker play is so good now that I know sometimes I lose sometimes I win but I don't have to stress about it. Hangovers don't really exist. Afterwards I go to a local bar and always find someone nice to talk to. Bartenders like me not because I sometimes give them a bit of a tip but also because I do give them a good advice. Sometimes I don't wake up alone but there's no awkwardness and no problem if we go our our way. I still look good naked in the mirror.