On the day I go - whenever that might be - I want to look back and claim that I have not wasted too many chances, not hurt too many people, not discouraged anyone from becoming who they want to become.
I’d like to know that I have given this journey my all. In love, passion, effort and vision for a life worth living for anyone who touched my soul and was touched by my being.
Everybody have their very individual set of circumstances, experiences and motives. From a sub-optimal start on the wrong end of history to an incredibly fulfilling, successful, inspirational life that I am able to gratefully live today: It’s been quite a trip!
My values and goals have been shaped through the decades past, decisions I have taken and were taken that impacted me as well.
As a former political prisoner in a communist country I had my share of those impacting circumstances. One significant impact throughout those prison years came from my parents, namely my mom’s motivating dealing with the matter that was undoubtedly equally - if not more so - life changing to them as it was to me.
Her recent death motivates me to reflect ever so deeply on what has become of me and how I carried the values that may parents offered throughout my life.
Throughout the next months I will add on to this post in what I believe will be a collection of accomplishments and failures, a life’s reflection on how to develop a vision and follow ones own dreams, deal with set backs and keep pushing for a life worth living…
An incredibly loving family and home where togetherness and encouragement were celebrated on the daily, literature was ever present. As my mom, a bookseller by trade and literature nerd by passion, instilled the love to the written word within us.
After I tested my emotional maturity and poetic skills with love letters to my 4th grade classmates, poetry became my favored way of impression to deal with a growing frustration with the country I grew up in.
Trying to escape the “German Democratic Republic” ages 15, getting caught in the act, I was refused a higher education and proper career path for I didn’t want to sell my young soul to that regime.
Desperation to lead a life in freedom, liberty and dignity turned me agains the state and its institutions both in writing and political activism. My first book pf poetry “Kopfgeburt” resulted aged 20, that I wrote in hiding and was only able to publish after an ordeal through the secret service repression and prison machinery.
When the West Germany government bailed me out and I was given a second chance in live I promised to make it count.
Without a proper education, equipped with just a shirt, a pair of jeans and sneakers I set out on this endeavor, aged 21.