… and all my life I’ve felt invisible. I’ve worked my butt off to be as good as I can, to receive some kind of compensation, to gain world recognition and to feel important. And I’ve done it, goddammit, I’ve done it. But. At some point, everything stopped. Nothing seemed really important to me. I felt empty inside. I wasn’t able to pay any price. I wasn’t able anymore to get up, try, fight and believe.
I began a journey to find out what the hell do I want. Who am I. What I can do and can’t do. What are my values in this world. And I can tell you, it wasn’t easy. It still isn’t. Fears, panic attacks, tears, moving one step forward and two steps back. I was looking after my home in the whole world, on relentless trips. I was pushing my luck with some bold emails and challenging myself with nervy asks. I was fighting against me: you have to do that, you have to write that, you have to take this opportunity. Do it now! Do it faster! Do it further!
‘Till I couldn’t move anymore. And when my mind hurt enough, I was like “wow, I know what I want, it was here all the time.” I want to write, no matter how many people (or any) will read this stuff. I want to love and to give my love to the world. It’s not an easy love, it’s loyal, it’s strong, it’s loud. But it’s real. I want to see the world. I want to really see people. To look them in the eyes and tell them: I see you! I feel you, bro!
Two years ago, this title – Invisible Us – appeared in my mind, like a strange voice. I never understood what the fuck does it mean. I’ve built some powerful projects around it. My partner and I went on a journey around the world. Saw what is possible. Received so much from people and from this world, that we got scared like shit and came back in our safety net.
What if we are not good enough? What if we do not give back as much as we receive? What if we fall?
But now I know better. I might fall. But, I have 50% chances to fly. What if I fly?!