It took almost 40 years for me to become a writer.
Before that I always dreamt of becoming a writer, but I never dared to take the necessary steps.
I met my master in Amsterdam in 1982. He had told me things back then that enabled my soul to slowly awaken.
Four years later, I embarked on my pilgrimage to Santiago de Compostela.
It was during my pilgrimage that it became increasingly apparent that I wasn’t happy and I had to do something about it – stop making excuses.
I realized that you don’t have to jump through a series of complicated hoops to achieve a goal.
You can just look at a mountain and get a connection with God, you don’t have to understand the mountain to feel that.
When I first got back from the trip it was an anti-climax. I found it hard to acclimatize to my normal life and I was impatient to change my life immediately.
But changes happen when you are ready.
It took a few months to realize that I must solely concentrate on writing a book, rather than trying to fill various roles as I had before.
The Pilgrimage was to be my subject, my first step towards my dream.