How I Found My Direction?

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