You might remember the line about travelling over one hundred countries and filling that passport of yours with stamps and visas which I had mentioned in my previous entry, but have you ever considered the possibility of doing that yourself? Could you imagine what it would mean in terms of cultural and life experiences to travel that many countries in a lifetime?

Well well. I have shared with you some of the stories that have contributed to create ol’ freaky me and you have had the possibility (regardless whether you did or not) to find out a bit about my life, as it is these days.

Now that you are aware of the influences of my past and the path I’m taking today there’s still one part I’ve kept hidden from you: my future. Don’t get me wrong. Neither do I believe in fortune telling nor too much in fate or destiny. I’d rather believe that we’re building our future with every step we make, with every decision we take instead of being puppets in a show: I do think we are all able to change our stars.

Talking about ‘living life at its fullest’ as well as ‘not always thinking of consequences‘ in previous entries, there’s a story I have not told you yet although it has been a month since then.

In my entry “A quarter of my story – What I learnt so far” I wrote about some of the unique experiences I was able to make during the short 25 years’ of my life and I wrote about that life changing trip that got me here after I came back.

When I arrived back in Germany the only thing I could think of was leaving again, which, due to special circumstances (compulsory military service e.g.) was not possible. Did it drag me down? Yes. Did I reflect that? Like a mirror. Could I have been wallowing in self-pity? Like no other.

It’s March 10th, 2011 and I am thinking of booking a flight to Japan. It’s not that I could really afford that vacation, but I am in need of a break. I have earned enough frequent flyer miles in order to go to Tokyo for less than 300€ – fair enough. It’s already 10 pm and I’ve been looking for half an hour but somehow I can’t really decide on booking. I’ll decide this weekend whether to fly or not.

Not even 12 hours later I knew I wouldn’t be flying.