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Last year I spend one month living in Bali. It was my second time in the island because somehow I feel at home and I always knew I’ll be back. I know Bali became a cliche of the travellers and tourist who goes there to take all the trendy pictures in the Island of the Gods, but no my case. I was there after spending two month living in a Buddhist temple in the Philippines, so basically I was learning to live in society again. I rented a small room in Ubud, where I found out my solitude can be bliss too. I was attending everyday to Bikram Yoga, where I put myself to the limit of my physical and mental boundaries. I tried to keep myself busy, with long walks, investing on meditation retreats, vegan cousins workshops, meeting new people and travelling to new paradisiac destinations. One day I found myself exhausted of this routine. I was feeling that I was trying to fill an empty place in my soul that I was no able to fill anywhere, not in a temple, not in Bali and for sure not even in Tíbet. I was looking outside for was always within me, all the time, even in the worst days. I realised about this one day when I got lost in my motorbike. I decided keep driving through the rice terraces, with an orange-rose intense sunset, not worried about the map. Just driving with no time or space. Somehow I found my way again, and that was the moment when I realised that being a control freak, even in a wellness way, was killing me. I decide from that moment to follow my flow. If im too tired one morning, who cares if im not attending the 6AM yoga class. If you want to eat the not organic cookie, who cares. Go for it. Whats define you its not what you think you are, your name, your age, your nationality, or all the thing you consume to feel part of something that doesn't care about you. What really define you is in which frequency you vibe. Im love, Im forgiveness, Im freedom and im not attach to any definition of what society or marketing ask me to be. Im so much more than just this physical dimension of myself. Don't take me wrong, being in Bali it will be always like being at home, but this little island and their people show me that you don't need much to live a life full of meaning. Marketing really make Bali attractive, but the real experience is when you don't need any of that to feel connected with the history and identity of a place. You can still coming for yoga, wellness and meditation retreats, but honestly if you don't find yourself in the ordinary of your routine, it doesn't matter where you are, it will be just a very fragile sensation of freedom. Bali teach me to not take myself too seriously, to be grateful and to be simple, because simple is good and enough. I got lost in the wind for good, to find myself in the middle of a local neighbourhood, with no smoothie bowls or instagrameable landscapes. It was me, them and the universe, under the orange light of the sun and the feeling that everything is always alright, because we are so small but Still part of something very deep and naturally perfect.