I grew up in a small town in Greece where it seemed like, people had no dreams. Well, I had massive ones. The kind of dreams that burn you up inside if you don’t chase after them. The ones that bring you to tears before they’re even realized. The ones that keep you counting down days for 3 years, saving up money for 7 years, and the kind of future vision you’ll suck up anything for.

I dreamt my life like a scrapbook of experiences.

Shots of ecstasy, shots of awe. Then shots of mindfulness, - turns out that makes an even better blend.

I dreamt of a life shaped by different cultures, philosophies, and people’s stories. I was open to be influenced by spontaneous plans and strangers’ invitations in order to learn something new, think differently, be different. In order to get to the core of it all…

…And answer the big questions:

What’s the point?

What’s my purpose?

& Who am I?

Good news - If you know the thing you’re looking for is there, you will eventually find it! - I now have answers to all three! ;)

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