Rijn de Jonge

  • Breakfast

    I was invited to breakfast with Donald and his girlfriend, Mariella. I had never met her, so I was curious to see who she was and feel her energy. But first, we headed up a small mountain in the early morning—then a shower, then lunch.
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  • Relaxxx

    Relaxing

    Not to be too serious for a moment: it’s actually quite nice here. Waking up slowly, rolling out of bed, and realizing you don’t need to turn on the heating because it’s already 25°C. That’s a pretty good feeling.
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  • Kundalini

    Yes, I admit, I carry a secret within me. I hesitate to speak about it because it will almost certainly be misunderstood; nonetheless, I think I will have to bear the ache of not being understood.
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  • Imagine

    If You Want Peace, Prepare for… Peace?

    I originally wanted to write about nature—about the quiet, ancient beauty of caves. But then I saw a line in the news that stopped me cold: “If you want peace, you must prepare for war.“(Old Roman saying)
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  • Ouch, Painfull!!

    Arrival

    When I arrived at the airport in Curaçao on April 8th, Donald came to pick me up. He brought me to his house where I could stay for the month that I am here. I am thankful for that.

    But once we arrived at his house he said: “So, here is soap and shampoo, there is the shower and give me your shirts, you stink.”
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  • PicRights & The Sound of Silence

    On my website, VrolijkWeerZien, I host a variety of content paired with many pictures to help explain how the eye works. When I started, I simply used images I found on the web.


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  • AI

    Collective Knowledge

    Look at a flock of birds.
    They all turn in one direction at once. There is no leader who blows a whistle, causing the other birds to think: “OMG, we have to turn.”
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  • A Beach Hike

    I just thought: let’s go to a random place. I picked Soto, a small village in Curaçao.
    I caught the bus and got out. Hot… pffft.

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  • What to Write?

    What to write is not so difficult. But how authentic, or how much will I withhold? I read the boek from Tamara Valkenier.


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  • Dear Diary

    Every scar is a sentence I can read
    Every silence echoes what I need
    I kept running, but the past ran fast
    Building walls from memories that last

    Dear Diary, tonight I choose to fight
    I’ll turn my wounds into my light
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