Fundamentally, I am a fatalist. I am also an optimist and a romantic, however I think I have my feet firmly on the ground, anchored in a basal reality, even though my head is in the clouds. And my heart somewhere in between.
At times I can be naive, but I always pay attention to the unseen and the unsaid. Being perceptive, for better or worse, I believe that everything we need to succeed - in whatever endeavor we set upon - is to listen to our instincts. Our gut feeling, if you will.
And to meet the right people - or rather be sensitive enough to realize when we do.
I often think about all the different individuals, both men and women, that have crossed my path in the past.
Relationship wise, I am a walking disaster, as I have not been able to make any of my past romantic involvements last. Despite this though, all the men that I did let close to me were great people, displaying uncanny character and a beauty of mind. They were unique in one way or another and all inspired me to grow and flourish. In a certain sense they were my teachers, arriving in my life when I needed what they had to offer the most. Exposing me to new worlds, making me see reality with new eyes, bringing the best out in me - for a given time. I met them all in a very unusual or even non traditional way, perhaps because I did sense the incredible potential in these random meetings. And I fell deeply in love with them all - and love them all today still in a certain way.
The women of my past have all been great confidants, sharing with me precious and intense moments in my life. Their personalities varied, depending on what age I was when I did strike the friendship. But very often they were complete opposites of me, perhaps as they complemented me in a certain way and thus offered the support I yearned for. They were all my best friends in that period of time and made me feel happy and fulfilled. Today I laugh with amusement or cry with great sense of sentimentality recollecting those intense years spend in their company. Their faces look back at me from old photographs and their names from the pages of dusty diaries, reminding me of the infinite beauty that a human heart harbors. And is capable to give away...
I still do maintain contact with some of these wonderful human beings that have touched my life. Some came into it to stay. Some were only there for a moment, to play the part they were suppose to, in order for me to grow. Intellectually, emotionally and perhaps also mentally.
I believe there are no random meetings. The people that we meet are meant to come our way and we should never pass up on an opportunity to get to know them. If we listen to our inner voice and pay attention to the signs the world present us with every day, however subtle they are, wonderful experiences await.
I feel blessed to have made many memorable encounters in my past and I hope there are many in the future yet to come. Those that give rise to incredible potential and alter my reality in the most profound way. Ultimately I hope that my presence in the lives of others - whether lasting or brief - have impacted theirs in very much the same way.
I was born under the Tatra Mountains, to a Czech father and a Slovak mother. I grew up in Sweden and lived almost ten years in North Carolina.
More than a decade ago my line of work took me to Denmark, where I live today. My home, which I share with the man that holds my heart, lies in the northerly part of a Danish peninsula, in the proximity of endless, wide and pristine westbound sandy beaches, surrounded by the rough and untamed North Sea.
My writing is defined by reflections on my cosmopolitan past and my intriguing present. Ultimately I try to convey in words and images my personal thoughts and feelings about life itself, with all its magic, natural splendour and the beauty of simple pleasures.