I quit te Ratrace, sold everything and left. | Solo via Sea and Seine to Paris #01
Turning 60 felt like hitting a wall, but it was the first time I actually stopped to look at the view. If everything were possible and fear wasn't an option, where would YOU wake up tomorrow?
I left The Netherlands in august 2025 with 'destination unkown'. Whilst en route I thought it would be a nice idea to grab a croussant in Paris. This is my journey.
I’d love to hear your stories in the comments.
Let's talk about choosing presence over pressure.
Born in 1965, I turned sixty in December 2025.
For most of those years, my life felt like a race I never signed up for—a calendar full of deadlines, a head full of plans, and almost no space in between to simply live.
For decades I had lived with one rule: reach a goal, then run toward the next.
No celebrating. No lingering. No letting the moment catch up with me.
So even on the water, old habits followed.
I crossed to England, slipped along the coasts of Belgium and Germany, pushed north to Sweden and Denmark, wandered down to France. Ninety‑nine percent of the time, I travelled alone.
And still, each time I dropped the anchor or tied up at a quay, my first instinct was to plan the escape.
Then, in September 2025, the weather made a different plan.
A storm pinned me down in Dover
Amidst of this storm, I met some one.
She told me her personal story, and she shared her secrets on how she handles live.
This video is about the lessons that changed my live, and no, it has nothing to do with religion.
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