The Meaning of Life: A Journey Through Time, Travel, and Transformation
- Alex Sully
- May 28
- 25 min read
Updated: Oct 11
”I’m Alex Sully. You might know me from Channel 5, new lives in the wild, where I’ve shared pieces of my off-grid life in Portugal ”
The real story stretches far beyond the cameras — through wild forests, crowded cities, sacred ceremonies, aliens , snakes , crocodiles, wild travels and deep, quiet moments with myself and others. A real life Indiana Jones movie …
My life has been a winding journey across landscapes and inner worlds — from my childhood in the rugged beauty of the Lake District, to the pulse of Birmingham’s streets running a massive company making millions a year , to wild desert islands in Australia and jungles of Jamaica , to remote cabins in Portugal .
I’ve circled the globe twice, explored most corners of the UK, and lived off-grid in three remote places in Portugal.
I ran a spiritual and psychological retreat centre, working for years with some of the most profound healing traditions and medicines on the planet. I’ve helped people navigate and heal through trauma, illness, grief, and loss — holding space for transformation in its most raw and human form.
I’ve lived alongside both the richest and the poorest on earth, witnessing the full spectrum of life, and discovering that truth, resilience, and connection transcend status or circumstance.
Along the way, I’ve taken on many roles — mentor, manager, host, builder, designer, therapist, photographer, traveller, writer, poet — and countless others that continue to shape who I am becoming.
Ive found ..If you become one thing —that will be your punishment.
Eventually it becomes a cage you built with your own hands. A name you didn’t mean to wear forever.
But if you break…if you bend…if you burn yourself downjust to rise again…
If you reinvent. Again. And again. And again —
Then you become everything. And nothing.
Unpinned. Unfixed. Free.
You are the artist and the brushstroke. The map and the uncharted wild. You move between versions of yourself like smoke, like story, like myth.
Because you chose not to become one thing. You chose to become a life in motion.
And that…that is your gift.
If I’ve learned one thing after all this time, it’s this:
“The meaning of life isn’t found in what you do, own, or show the world. It’s found in love, presence,respect and the quiet spaces in between.”
My song , The meaning of life ….
From Lake District Roots to Urban Survival
I was born in the Lake District, that ancient land of soaring fells, glistening lakes, and winds that seem to carry secrets from centuries past.
Growing up, the wild was my playground and my sanctuary. I remember mornings when mist hung low over the water, the air so fresh it felt like a balm for the soul. The mountains taught me to be patient, to listen deeply, and to find peace in solitude.
But life pushed me out of that sanctuary. For years, I lived in Birmingham — a city of grit, noise, and relentless pace. Birmingham tested me in ways the Lake District never could. The streets were crowded, loud, and raw. You had to be sharp, resilient, ready to face the chaos and contradictions of urban life. Here, I saw the edges of humanity: struggle, hope, pain, and survival — all tangled in a complex dance. Drugs , gangs , poverty and chaos .
That contrast between wild nature and the urban jungle shaped me. It taught me how to find stillness amidst noise, how to carry calm in the middle of storm.
The Pain That Shaped Me
Behind the adventures, the leadership, the off-grid living, and the spiritual journeys — there’s another layer to my story.
One that’s far less glamorous, but just as important.
I grew up surrounded by trauma. I’ve lived through the chaos of alcoholic parent, witnessed suicidal moments within my own family, and carried the impact of emotional and physical abuse. And that’s just part of it.
There have been moments of heartbreak, betrayal, confusion — years of trying to understand why life could feel so heavy, even when everything looked okay on the outside.
These weren’t lessons from books or workshops. These were lessons from the fire. From the nights that broke me. From the days I didn’t know how I’d make it through.
But over time, I came to understand something powerful:Pain becomes your teacher when you stop running from it.
Those experiences — as brutal as they were — cracked me open. They gave me empathy. A depth of compassion that you can’t fake. They taught me how to sit with others in their darkness, not to fix or change them, but to simply hold them, as someone who’s been there too.
They taught me that healing doesn’t mean forgetting or pretending it didn’t happen. It means facing it, integrating it, and letting it become part of your strength.
And they showed me that everyone has a story. Everyone carries invisible weight. So if I can offer anything through my journey, it’s this: you are not your past. You are what you do with it. Don’t become a victim !
I didn’t choose those traumas, but I choose now to alchemise them. To turn them into something useful, something that can help others remember their own strength.
Because sometimes the most broken parts of us are what make us whole.
From Hustle to Heart: Lessons from Building and Leading
Before the jungle ceremonies, off-grid living, and deep inner work, I spent years in the business world — leading, building, and managing. I helped grew a company from the ground up, from small beginnings to a massive operation, with thousands of people under my guidance across many years.
It was full-on. High pressure, fast-paced, relentless at times.
I wore many hats — strategist, mentor, problem-solver, peacekeeper, fire-extinguisher. I learned what it means to hold structure in chaos. To make decisions that affect people’s livelihoods. To stay calm when everything feels like it might fall apart.
Managing teams at that scale wasn’t just about systems or targets — it was about people. About understanding what makes them feel safe, seen, inspired. It taught me the power of clear communication, emotional intelligence, boundaries, and trust.
There were days I had to be tough. Days I had to be soft. Even days where I had to fire a manager for putting his penis in a girls mouth asleep on her lunch break . People stealing , acting inappropriately, mis managing , drugs at work , police finding buckets with vaginas tapped all over it from magazines in staff rooms and many many other crazy situations. And Moments where I carried the weight of everyone’s stress on my back. But through it all, I learned to lead with empathy — and with vision.
It gave me discipline, and a deep respect for the balance between structure and flow. And it taught me that success isn’t just about scaling a business — it’s about how you show up as a human being within it. How you grow the people in it .
Those years shaped me. They gave me tools I still use — not just in work, but in life. The ability to hold space. To see the bigger picture. To stay grounded under pressure. And to bring people together around something meaningful.
And eventually, they gave me the clarity to know when to step away — to shift from chasing growth on the outside, to finding something deeper within.
That chapter built resilience. But it also gave me one of the most important insights of all: leadership doesn’t mean control. It means presence, listening, and the courage to walk forward with integrity — even when the path changes.
Off-Grid: Stripping Life to Its Essence
I’ve lived off-grid in three different places, each teaching me more about what it means to truly live.
One was a small caravan in Portugal in the forest on 1.5 hectares surrounded by ancient trees whose roots felt like they held the heartbeat of the earth. Here, the silence was thick and full — broken only by birdsong and the crackle of fire. I woke each day to sunlight filtering through leaves, the smell of damp earth, and the rhythm of nature’s slow breath.
Living like this is brutal and beautiful: no running water, no electricity, just raw life, and the need to meet your own needs with your own hands. It’s a place where there’s nowhere to hide — you come face to face with your fears, your joy, your true self.
The 2nd place was on 35 acre farm in Portugal, where i ran my healing centre and I lived alongside Ben Fogle for a week . Being part of New Lives in the Wild was more than just filming — it was an invitation to be seen without filters. It challenged me to speak from truth, live with intention, and sit in the quiet between questions.
What I didn’t expect was how far that truth would travel.
Since the episode aired, I’ve heard from people across the world — strangers who felt a spark, a shift, or simply a moment of recognition. It reminded me that even in isolation, our stories ripple outward. That the life we choose to live — fully, honestly, messily — can be someone else’s permission to do the same.
It taught me that the wild doesn’t just test us. It mirrors us. And in that reflection, we find parts of ourselves we didn’t know we were ready to meet.
I’m grateful for what it revealed, what it challenged, and how it quietly continues to inspire — beyond cameras, beyond borders, beyond words.That rugged, sun-drenched landscape tested my limits and showed me the depth of solitude. It’s a place where every day demands presence — the land will not be rushed or tamed. You learn humility here. The land reminds you that, despite all your plans and ambitions, you’re just a guest.
Meeting Ben — The Lesson in Illusion
Meeting Ben — Seeing the Human Behind the Hero
They say never meet your heroes, but I’m glad I did.
When I met Ben Fogle, I expected to meet someone completely at peace — grounded, centered, living fully in tune with nature and himself. On TV, he always seemed so calm, so sure, so free.
In person, he was kind. But as we spoke, I noticed something deeper — and maybe more important. Beneath the calm voice and steady smile, he was still human. He was busy, pulled in many directions, juggling schedules and expectations.
At one point, he compared himself to David, and admitted he sometimes forgets where he’s been or who he’s met along the way. It wasn’t arrogance — it was honesty. A man caught between his work, his travels, and the pressure to keep moving.
And that’s when it hit me: even those we look up to — even the people who seem to have it all figured out — are still trying to find balance. Ben even though he seamed disconnected; he was doing his best in a world that never stops spinning.
Instead of disappointment, I felt understanding. He reminded me that freedom isn’t about escaping the treadmill — it’s about realizing you’re on it and learning to slow your pace.
Meeting him didn’t make me lose faith. It made me appreciate him more — not as a hero, but as a fellow traveler. Someone walking the same path as the rest of us, searching for peace between money, time, and ego.. I’m grateful I got to do a photoshoot with him too .
Now I live in a home and Airbnb near a rushing river, where the sound of water became a meditation. I learned to read the weather, to respect the land, and to live in harmony with the wild. The seasons marked time more clearly than any calendar — summer’s long light, winter’s deep dark, and the quiet patience of autumn.
To book or stay ….
These days, I live close to nature — not just for the quiet or the beauty, but because it brings me back to what’s real.
After years of noise — the pressure, the screens, the constant consumption — I realised I didn’t want to live through a screen anymore. I didn’t want my nervous system hijacked by dopamine hits and digital urgency. I wanted to feel the earth again. Hear the silence. Wake up with the sun and go to sleep when it gets dark.
Living simply, walking barefoot, watching the seasons move — it’s not about escaping. It’s about remembering.
Out here, I try to consume less. Less tech, less stuff, less stimulation. Not to be extreme, but to be free. To feel peace not as a luxury, but as a birthright.
And even with the stillness, I’m not isolated. In fact, some of the most beautiful connections I’ve had have come through hosting guests at my place.
Having people from all over the world stay with me through Airbnb keeps me rooted in humanity. I get to meet people from every background — travellers, healers, artists, couples, wanderers, people in transition — and we share something real.
We cook food, sit around the fire, share stories under the stars, or sometimes just enjoy the silence together. There’s no pretense, no pressure. Just honest human moments.
It’s helped me realise that we don’t need to be plugged into the noise to stay connected. True connection is presence. Listening. Eye contact. A shared breath under the open sky.
So while I’ve chosen a simpler life — one grounded in nature and peace — I haven’t turned away from the world. In many ways, I feel more connected than ever.
Because when you strip it all back, and stop chasing what doesn’t matter, you make space for what does.
A song I made about what nature did for me ..
Peace.People.Presence.
Love
And that’s more than enough.
And love isn’t just about butterflies or comfort — it’s often the deepest form of spiritual work we’ll ever do.
We think we choose our partners with logic or chemistry, but more often, something deeper is at play. We’re drawn — sometimes magnetically — to those who hold the mirror up to our soul. People who reflect parts of us we’ve forgotten, rejected, or hidden.
Sometimes, love feels like healing. Sometimes, it feels like chaos. But almost always, it reveals.
The people we let close often carry echoes of our past — our wounds, our patterns, our unresolved stories. They reflect our fears, our hopes, our limits, and our capacity to grow. They show us both the beauty we carry, and the places we still need to soften or strengthen.
We fall in love with mirrors. With people who remind us of who we are — the broken and the brilliant.
If we approach it consciously, that reflection can be our greatest teacher. It’s not always easy. It doesn’t always last. But every love, no matter how long it stays, has the power to awaken something vital.
Because real love doesn’t fix you — it invites you to see yourself more clearly.And when two people are willing to keep showing up, not just for each other, but for the truth between them — that’s when love becomes more than feeling.
It becomes transformation. It becomes a path. It becomes sacred.
And that’s exactly what I’ve found. Love, when it’s true and conscious, is the most honest mirror — and the most powerful medicine I’ve ever known.
Wild encounters and other worlds
The wild has always been one of my greatest teachers. Not just nature in the pretty, curated sense — but the untamed, unpredictable, primal force that lives in deep oceans, silent forests, and remote corners of the earth.
I’ve never been one to observe life from a distance. I need to feel it — raw, unfiltered, on the edge where control ends and presence begins. That’s where the real truth lives.
It’s in those moments — when you’re face-to-face with something wild, powerful, or completely unknown — that you remember who you are. Or rather, who you aren’t. Not separate. Not superior. Just another heartbeat in the great mystery.
These encounters didn’t just thrill me — they changed me. Each one stripped away layers of fear, ego, and illusion. They reminded me how small I am — and how sacred that smallness is.
Here are just a few moments that cracked me open and let the wild in…
I’ve held one of the biggest snakes in the world on stage at a zoo in Singapore ( Burma python ) — its smooth, powerful body coiling gently around my arm. That moment was humbling beyond words. To be trusted by such an ancient creature, to feel its raw strength and calm presence, was a profound reminder that we share this planet with beings who move to rhythms far older and wiser than our own.
I’ve stayed on desert islands in Australia — places so wild and untouched that the horizon blurs into infinity. On those islands, the only sounds are the waves and the wind, and the sky seems impossibly vast. There’s a sacredness in that solitude, a sense of being both incredibly small and deeply connected.
I’ve swum with close to 50 sharks off the coast of Hawaii — a raw, humbling experience that stripped away every ounce of ego. Surrounded by those powerful creatures, gliding effortlessly through their world, I felt how small and fragile I am in the vastness of nature. There’s a strange calm in that kind of vulnerability, a reminder that life isn’t about control but about respect, presence, and trust in the wild unknown.
I’ve rafted down crocodile-infested rivers in Australia — adrenaline pounding as we navigated the roaring white water, the jaws of nature snapping close.
Each rapid was a test of trust — in my guides, in my own instincts, and in the raw power of the wild. The thrill of survival merged with the beauty of the untamed landscape, reminding me how fragile and fierce life truly is.
I’ve swum alongside dolphins a few times in the wild and captivity in Jamaica and Australia — creatures full of joy and wisdom — and skydived over the Great Barrier Reef and snorkelled it its rich tapestry , where the world unfolded beneath me like a living, breathing masterpiece.
One of the most intense chapters of my life unfolded in Jamaica — a place where beauty and danger live side by side, woven into every street, every sunset.
I stayed deep in the sticks — a remote and very poor place where gang wars simmered and bursts of violence weren’t unusual. My daily reality included armed guards escorting me to town, a necessary measure to avoid being caught in the crossfire or kidnapped.
One night I found myself inside the mansion of one of the island’s biggest drug dealers. The house had an energy that was both magnetic and terrifying. Gunshots rang out regularly, a soundtrack of prison music thumping through the walls as crews sent their messages in the form of shooting guns in the air , drinking , smoking weed and having skirmishes just outside.
At night, the air buzzed with tension. The mansion’s halls were guarded by men with guns, eyes sharp and wary. Every step felt like walking a tightrope.
It was a world so raw, so unfiltered, it left no room for illusions. I saw how fear and loyalty, violence and survival, joy and humanity could exist all at once in one place. This wasn’t just a story on the news — this was living, breathing life in its most intense form.
And through it all, I witnessed something unexpected: despite the danger, people shared moments of warmth, laughter, and connection. Love didn’t disappear in that chaos — it found its way through, stubborn and real.
That experience changed me. It taught me about the fragility of safety and the strength it takes to keep your heart open when the world feels unsafe. It showed me the complex layers of human existence, where darkness and light don’t just coexist .
Song I made about my experience there ..
On a visit to Hong Kong, I accidentally stumbled into a triad nightclub, mistaking it for a karaoke bar — no plan, just one of those wild moments where life drops you somewhere completely unexpected. Since the triad weren’t exactly thrilled to have us, we were corralled into a tiny 3-meter box beside the bar, told not to leave. But we stayed, talked, and eventually, after I impressed them with my dance moves, they let us out to join the others on the floor. As I watched this intense, mysterious world unfold around me, I realized that sometimes the most unforgettable experiences come when you stop trying to control the story and simply stay present.
My UFO Encounter in the Forest
Yes you read that right lol
It happened in Portugal, deep in a remote forest on my 2nd land in Portugal, during a mushroom ceremony ….
I was walking back through the woods alone, just behind a few others, when something strange occurred. An orange orb appeared out of nowhere — glowing, silent, and almost alive. And then… time disappeared.
I lost two minutes.
No sound. No warning. Just — gone.
In that lost time, I know something happened. I felt it. I remember them — whoever they were — giving me something. A form of protection. They told me, without words, that someone meant to harm me. And so they placed something over me… an energetic mask, a kind of shield. I didn’t understand it at the time.
Later, that energy mask had a visible effect: someone who had negative intentions toward me reacted strangely, as if they could feel it. They backed off, visibly unsettled. Whatever it was, it worked.
When I came back to awareness, the people who had been just ahead of me on the path were now over 200 meters away — as if I'd skipped through time or space. I remember the ground under my feet, but not how I moved. I just knew something had changed.
And when I returned to the house, 20 people who were also at the ceremony came rushing to tell me: they’d all seen the same thing. A strange, silent orange light in the sky. It hovered right over the spot where I’d been — for exactly two minutes — and then vanished.
I can’t explain it. If it weren’t for those witnesses, I might not have believed it myself.
But it didn’t end there.
A few days later, a four-year-old child pointed directly at me and said they could see the mask. I hadn’t mentioned it to anyone. But somehow, they could see what others couldn’t.
Soon after, a group of healers performed a ceremony using sound waves and vibration to gently remove the energy shield. It came off like shedding a skin.
I can’t tell you what it was. I can’t say who — or what — gave it to me.
But I know it happened.And I know I am not the same
Crazy I know !
A song I made about the experience..
After travelling the world twice and meeting every kind of person, all kinds of culture, being in all sorts of dangerous situations, swimming alongside the wildest of animals , meeting the wildest people and creatures and even been helped by aliens — I’ve realised something simple and clear:
We’re all the same at the core.
Rich or poor, wild or tame, spiritual or sceptical, man or woman or none of it — every being just wants to feel safe, seen, and loved.
Every creature is trying to survive.Every person is carrying something unseen.And underneath all the stories, beliefs, and borders — we are one life, expressing itself in many forms.
What matters in the end isn’t what you own, what you’ve done, or who you think you are.
It’s how you’ve loved. How you’ve respected this journey — yours and others’.
That’s the truth the world showed me.
And once you see it — you can’t unsee it.
You just live differently.
More softly.More fully.More free.
Guiding Others, Finding Myself
One of the greatest parts of my journey has been walking alongside others in their darkest moments.
I’ve worked with hundreds of people — coaching, supporting, and guiding them through trauma, addiction, and the labyrinth of their minds.
Watching others confront their shadows, inherited stories, and self-doubt showed me how powerful awareness and compassion can be.
Through this, I learned that most of us carry mental programs we didn’t choose — tapes that say, “I’m not enough,” or “I have to keep going, no matter what.” But with gentle attention, those voices can be softened. The mind, often our harshest jailer, can become our greatest ally.
Seeing people find freedom from their thoughts gave me courage to do the same. The work isn’t easy, but it’s where true peace lives — in the space between thought and reaction, in the simple act of choosing differently.
I’ve done things that push you right to the edge of yourself, things that burn away the distractions and force you to meet your core.
I’ve plunged into ice baths — sinking beneath freezing water that feels like a shock to every cell in your body. The cold steals your breath, sharpens your mind, and demands surrender. Those moments of shivering silence taught me how to breathe through pain, how to find calm when every instinct screams to run.
I’ve sat in a temazcal — a traditional sweat lodge ceremony. Wrapped in the heat and steam, surrounded by the rhythmic pulse of drums and prayers, the fire inside and out melts away layers of ego and fear. The temazcal isn’t just physical cleansing; it’s a spiritual rebirth, a baptism into a deeper connection with yourself and the ancestors.
For a time, I lived vegan. That choice was more than diet — it was a practice of mindfulness and respect. Each meal became a ceremony of gratitude, a way to honor the earth and the life it sustains. I saw how what we put into our bodies ripples out into the world around us.
Dancing With Shadows, Light, and Sound: The Medicine Journey
I won’t lie — my early years were filled with chasing highs that numbed me rather than healed me. Ecstasy, cocaine, ketamine, speed — these were distractions, fleeting escapes from the weight inside.
But eventually, those synthetic highs led me to seek something deeper, something real.
That’s when I stepped onto the path of sacred medicines — ancient teachers that meet you exactly where you are, stripping away illusion and ego, and revealing what’s beneath. Each medicine has its own language, its own way of peeling back layers and holding space for transformation.
LSD was like stepping through a doorway into a kaleidoscope of reality. Colors pulsed, patterns breathed, and my mind expanded beyond its usual walls. But it wasn’t just about visuals.
It forced me to confront the illusions I’d built — my fears, my stories of separation. It cracked open my ego, and in the cracks, light streamed in. It taught me that reality is fluid and that the mind is a creative force.
Changa, a smoked blend often containing DMT, was a ride on the wings of the stars. Under the night sky, the world slowed, sounds deepened, and time melted. It’s the most beautiful thing you will ever see .. a viel to proof of life after death .. another universe, everything connected.
With Changa, I learned to surrender, to trust the unseen, and to listen to the subtle whispers of the universe.
Mushrooms brought humility like no other. They taught me laughter and grief in a single breath — the deep interconnectedness of all things, and the way life cycles through growth, decay, and rebirth.
The mushrooms pulled me into the wild heart of nature and showed me that beneath pain and joy is the same pulse of life. They shattered my control and replaced it with trust — trust in the flow, in impermanence, in the wisdom of the earth.
Ayahuasca was a journey into the shadows I’d long avoided. Sitting in ceremony, wrapped in the night, ancestral spirits guided me deep into my fears and trauma. The medicine showed me my wounds but also their origins, helping me to release pain held for generations.
Kambo, the fiery frog medicine, was a brutal teacher of release. The intense physical purge — sweating, vomiting, shaking — stripped away toxins not just from my body but from my energetic and emotional field.
Kambo demanded honesty and presence, forcing me to face what no longer served me. After the fire passed, there was calm, clarity, and a renewed sense of vitality.
Bufo (5-MeO-DMT) was the ultimate surrender. In those moments, all sense of self vanished. No past, no future, no ego — just pure awareness, vast and boundless. It was terrifying and liberating all at once. It gifted me a profound peace that stayed long after the experience ended.
Other medicines — San Pedro, Iboga, Rapé, Mapacho, and ceremonial Cacao — have each brought their own gifts: grounding, clarity, connection, healing.
San Pedro’s gentle cactus spirit opened my heart slowly, teaching patience and compassion.
Rapé and Mapacho — sacred snuffs — cleared my mind and spirit, sharpening focus and opening pathways to ceremony.
Ceremonial Cacao warmed my heart and opened joy and creativity.
I wrote this song to capture the feeling of what experiencing these medicines is like …
Alongside these medicines, sound healing has been a powerful companion. The vibrations of gongs, crystal bowls, didgeridoos, and shamanic drums have carved out sacred space where the mind can rest and the body can release tension and trauma.
During ceremonies and healing sessions, the waves of sound wash over me like a tide — loosening what’s stuck, balancing energies, and carrying me into deep states of meditation and surrender.
Sound is medicine. It bypasses the intellect and touches the soul directly. It invites me to drop control and simply be — to feel, to heal, and to expand. When paired with sacred plant medicines, sound becomes a guide through the darkness and into light, a bridge between worlds.
But here’s the thing I’ve learned — as powerful and transformative as these practices are, they’re not a destination. They can become just another trap if you lose yourself in them, chasing the next “hit” of insight or escape.
No matter what medicine you’ve taken or practice you’ve adopted, it’s about coming back home to yourself, raw and unfiltered.
Don’t get lost in the journey. Don’t make your growth dependent on external things. The real work, the real freedom, is living fully, simply, and honestly in every moment.
Conclusion - My Meaning of Life
At the end of everything, when all the noise fades and the masks come off, none of the usual divisions matter.
We all share the same fragile humanity. We all walk a path marked by joy, pain, love, and loss.
And no matter the stories we tell ourselves or the identities we hold onto, the truth is simple and universal:
“we all die.”
But it’s not the fact of death that defines us — it’s what we do with the time between birth and that final breath. It’s how we treat ourselves and others. It’s the respect we carry for life’s sacredness, for the struggles and beauty that come with being human.
We don’t need to waste our lives … just ,think think think die
We’re born into a system that teaches us how to perform, not how to live.
From the moment we can walk, we’re taught to chase goals, meet expectations, and climb invisible ladders — school, work, status, survival. And in between all the noise, we forget to ask the only question that ever really mattered:
“Is this how I want to live?”
We Waste Our Lives Because It Feels Safer
Comfort is seductive. Predictability feels like protection.Most people don’t waste their lives because they’re lazy — they waste them because they’re afraid.
“Afraid to fail. Afraid to look foolish. Afraid to disappoint their parents, their boss, or society’s version of “success.”
We Mistake Activity for Purpose
We stay “busy.” We fill calendars, chase productivity, answer emails at 11pm. But what are we actually moving toward?
We can sprint through life, tick every box, and still feel hollow. Because a full schedule isn’t a full soul.
We Don’t Stop Long Enough to Remember We’re Alive
When was the last time you truly felt something? Not for a screen. Not for likes. Just… for you.
Silence scares people because it’s in the quiet that the truth comes up. The truth that they hate their job. That they settled. That they stopped dreaming somewhere back there, and never picked it up again.
And the real tragedy?
They keep going anyway.
The Lie That Kills Us Slowly
We think ….
“There’s still time. Later. Someday.”
But the biggest lie is that we have time.
We don’t know how many sunrises we have left.
We don’t know when the clock stops.
Yet most people live like they’re immortal — until reality reminds them they’re not.
So Why Do We Waste Our Lives?
Because we forget we're allowed to live them differently. Because we’re waiting for permission that never comes. Because we haven’t faced the raw truth:
“No one is coming to save you. This is your life. You get to choose how it unfolds.”
Or whether it slips by while you're too distracted to notice.
If any part of you feels something reading this — good.That’s life knocking. You don’t need a perfect plan. You don’t need to be fearless. You just need to start paying attention.
Let this blog be the permission you need to go be happy :)
To stop thinking yourself into a corner and start living your way into the light. Take any small action ( an email , a conversation, a course… anything !!! ) towards what you love and see where it takes you .
There is no such thing as failure—only transformation. Every struggle, every fall, every door that closed was never the end. It was redirection. Life does not break you; it carves you. It strips away who you are not so you can remember who you truly are.
What you call failure is often the very fire that forges your strength, your wisdom, your voice. You are not meant to stay the same. You are meant to grow, to rise, to become.
“So stop fearing the fall—it’s part of the flight.”
Trust the process, honor the lessons, and keep walking toward your dreams with everything you have. Because the journey isn’t about perfection—it’s about becoming the person you were always destined to be.
So stop thinking. Overthinking. Planning. Waiting for the perfect time. The right sign. The guaranteed outcome.
Life doesn’t wait.
Live from your heart ….Let it be messy. Let it be real.Just don’t let it be wasted.
Living from the heart . It’s about the everyday moments of kindness, the small acts of connection, the courage to be authentic even when it’s hard.
If you follow your heart every day, nothing else truly matters—not where you live, not what you own, not the status you hold. It doesn’t matter if you live in a mansion or on the street. What matters is the life you live from within—the courage to listen to your deepest truth and act on it.
Your heart is the compass that guides you to meaning and joy. When you follow it, every place becomes home, and every moment becomes rich with purpose. No amount of wealth or comfort can replace the peace and fulfillment that come from living authentically.
So, let go of what society says should matter. The real measure of life is whether you are connected to your heart. If you are, you have everything you need. That is the deepest truth: following your heart is all that ever truly matters.
The journey isn’t always easy. There will be grief, confusion, anger, and fear. But those moments don’t break us — they deepen us.
They teach us compassion, resilience, and humility.
What truly lasts, what leaves a mark beyond our physical presence, is how deeply we loved. How much we opened ourselves to life’s fullness — the highs and lows, the laughter and tears, the calm and the storm.
So whatever your path — whether you live off-grid in the wild, navigate city streets, follow ancient spiritual practices, or simply try to be kind in your own corner of the world — remember this: the greatest meaning is found in love and respect.
Not in the titles we hold, the beliefs we cling to, or the things we collect. But in the way we move through life with an open heart and a steady breath.
That’s the real journey. That’s the truth I’ve come home to after all my wandering.
“Live fully, love deeply, and walk your path with humility and grace.”
Because at the end of the day, that’s all any of us can truly give.
All the money, the stuff, the status — none of it holds a candle to this:
The breath before a laugh.The quiet comfort of true friends.
The calm that comes with knowing you are enough.
That’s the currency of real life.
Success is no longer about proving anything.
It’s about living in alignment with your soul, creating from wholeness, and moving through life with joy instead of anxiety.
It’s about being over having, loving deeply, and finding meaning in the everyday.
You don’t need to meditate on a mountain to find meaning.
It’s in a child’s laugh. In making tea.
In a walk through the woods.
In forgiving yourself for being human.
Slow down enough, and life becomes a ceremony.
After all the wild roads and quiet ones, the painful lessons and ecstatic highs, I keep coming back to the same place:
You are enough.
Right now.
Just as you are.
So take the pressure off.
Feel the breeze on your face.
Laugh loudly,
love fiercely,
live fully.
And really be here — fully — because tomorrow never truly arrives.
The past is a ghost—a fading echo in the mind, a collection of memories that no longer hold any true weight in the present. It cannot be touched, changed, or relived. The pain, the regret, the stories you carry—they are only imprints, not reality. Let them go. Remove the stress . They belong to a time that no longer exists. What remains is now.
The future is a dream—an unwritten story the mind projects into the unknown. It is made of guesswork, fears, hopes, and fiction. You worry about things that may never come, prepare for moments that may never arrive. But none of it is real. It's the imagination, running ahead of truth. Let it go . Remove the anxiety.
Only the present is alive.This breath, this moment, this awareness—this is reality. Everything else is illusion. When you return to the now, you return to peace. The past can’t pull you back and hurt you anymore , and the future can’t pull you forward to illusion and anxiety . You're free.
Everything magical, meaningful, and extraordinary is already here — in the quiet details we so often overlook.
You don’t need to chase anything. Just open your eyes, open your heart… and see what’s already waiting.
I song I made about my life experiences..
I hope this blog helps you to Embrace freedom in the present moment, and let it fuel your courage to follow your dreams.
Don’t wait for the perfect time or the right conditions—start now, with what you have and who you are. It’s a simple as taking one small action and watching the path unfold infront of your eyes ….
Your dreams are alive in this very moment, waiting for you to bring them into reality.
“Trust your heart, take the leap, and watch your life transform.”
Thank you for inspiring others and showing through your experience how you're walking with courage through life, conquering your own freedom and a life you love. You say with your actions "It's possible! And you can do it too!" Might not be easy, but absolutely worth it! A real authentic and wonderful life painted with many colors!
Such an amazing life and an amazing person Alex thank you for sharing. Hope you’re well G x