two hitchhikers

The Human # 35

Welcome to The Human.
The story is not over.

Every chapter keeps getting better.

Blessed with those new encounters - either confirming me the way or reflecting back what still needs attention.

The plan is never better than God’s.

One word keeps coming back - trust.

Yesterday, I wanted to go to the beach and, as per usual, with no plan, no agenda in mind whatsoever. Finances are running low, so I didn’t even know if I was going to eat that day.

Life has surprised me enough times not to worry much about such things.

I’m on my way, driving between fields of dry grass, when I see in the distance two guys hitchhiking. My first thought is: who are these fucking guys walking alone under the crushing sun? But regardless, I stop.

I don’t know why. I just do.

I start talking to them through the window. They smell like alcohol.

‘Do you speak English?’

‘…’

‘Hello?’

I froze for a second. I was trying to figure out whether that was a good idea.

Apparently, we had been to the same party the day before, but I didn’t see them, and they stayed a little longer than I did, having the trip of their lives on mushrooms.

Some nice old man had given them some water so they could survive the heat. But if I hadn’t stopped, they could have suffered on that road for quite a while.

That was unexpected, but if you’ve been following me these last few years, you would know this kind of event has become my new norm.

So here we are with yet another story.

The conversation gets deep pretty fast (can’t help myself), and to repay my service they offer me a coffee and then invite me to a restaurant close to Praia dos Três Irmãos.

I hadn’t planned to eat that day, and here I am - connecting with two hitchhikers, having exchanges, sharing perspectives, all while also eating great fish near the beach accompanied by an amazing weather.

Life is always good, should you dare to TRUST the FUCKING process.

Really, there’s not much else to it.

A few nights ago, I was just telling one of my roommates and colleagues how I felt I had drifted so far away from my purpose, and she reminded me of something so precious -

‘But you’re living your purpose every day already.’

‘Can’t you see?’

‘You’re coaching people organically.’

Let’s take a step back:

I’m living in paradise.

I’m contributing to a great reforestation project.

I’m helping people transition into their next chapter (passeur d’âmes).

I’m waking up to natural light and the sound of birds singing every day.

I’m basically living a dream I could never have imagined in a million years.

My soul rejoices while my ego still resists the story that has been keeping it alive these last few years. I’m yet to hear of an ego death that goes smoothly. It will not yield without a fight.

Life reminds me of my mission every chance it gets.

I feel blessed.

More to come.

Stay tuned.

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