Departing

It was a coincidence at the beginning... But what about what comes after? Between Hamburg, Dat?a, Sicily, and Capri; a chain of intersecting events... Loves, confessions, regrets, passions, dreams, lived moments, and missed chances... Moments of recognizing life, self-questioning, and setting off on a journey... One day, journalists asked him: "If you were born again, what would you want to be?" He said, "Nothing. I would want to be nothing." When they asked, "What do you mean by that?" he answered with a smile, "When you feel that you are nothing, you become so much." He wanted to live every moment feeling truly alive... Drawing heart shapes in wet sand... Walking in the water on the beach... Talking to the sea... And he loved throwing stones into the sea... Perhaps because this is how he could grasp what life really is... And that day, he did it again... "A person grows tired of the world's hurry. They want to catch a bird's wing and fly freely to the clouds... Like when you fly in your childhood dreams... Without falling. You see the home you live in, the streets you ran through, the people you loved... You see what you lived and what you did not... You see those you loved... You smile from the top and feel happy... Sometimes you feel sad about farewells... To this or that... But when you think deeply; you realize even past sadness once helped you... And the time to depart finally comes..."

It was a coincidence at the beginning... But what about what comes after? Between Hamburg, Dat?a, Sicily, and Capri; a chain of intersecting events... Loves, confessions, regrets, passions, dreams, lived moments, and missed chances... Moments of recognizing life, self-questioning, and setting off on a journey... One day, journalists asked him: "If you were born again, what would you want to be?" He said, "Nothing. I would want to be nothing." When they asked, "What do you mean by that?" he answered with a smile, "When you feel that you are nothing, you become so much." He wanted to live every moment feeling truly alive... Drawing heart shapes in wet sand... Walking in the water on the beach... Talking to the sea... And he loved throwing stones into the sea... Perhaps because this is how he could grasp what life really is... And that day, he did it again... "A person grows tired of the world's hurry. They want to catch a bird's wing and fly freely to the clouds... Like when you fly in your childhood dreams... Without falling. You see the home you live in, the streets you ran through, the people you loved... You see what you lived and what you did not... You see those you loved... You smile from the top and feel happy... Sometimes you feel sad about farewells... To this or that... But when you think deeply; you realize even past sadness once helped you... And the time to depart finally comes..."