How I Found My Direction?
 
    I Got Lost. Twice.
The first time was when I followed the “right path”:
- university,
- job,
- promotions…
 and a diagnosis of MS.
The second time was when I said,
“Now I want a family and children.”
But I had no idea what that really meant.
I realized that “direction” isn’t a straight, paved road.
It’s more like a trail into the Peruvian jungle.
You book a flight,
- land in Lima,
- take a taxi,
- change planes to Pucallpa,
- sleep in the jungle.
You trip, you get scared, you lose yourself in plant ceremonies—
but slowly, you start to recognize:
- the sounds,
- the dangers,
- the opportunities.
Finding direction isn’t about control.
It’s about listening—until you start hearing your own frequency again.
You’re not meant to hold a fixed frequency of:
- energy,
- love, or
- purpose.
You’re meant to be moved — by
- people,
- places, and
- experiences.
Your direction is revealed, not controlled.
P.S.
Photo: Vinicunca, Peru - 5.000 meters high