I’m 30, from The Netherlands, and born in the small town of Stadskanaal.
I’m the youngest of two brothers, and have always been the entertainer of the family. Fast forward twenty years, this early talent turned into my passion for close-up magic.
My love for film-making comes from the early years when my brother and I filmed all of our mischievous adventures.
I’ve always loved to explore the unknown. My father used to take us to all kinds of business fairs around Europe, and while he did business, my brother and I would try to enter every restricted area we could find.
I’m an adventurer and world traveler, or so I like to claim. For a long time I wondered how many adventures I’d have to do before I could call myself adventurer. Then I decided I became one the day I left home.
I’m also a quitter. I quit two universities, the marine corps, a wrestling team, and many other things. But in hindsight quitting the things that made me unhappy, opened up a space to discover what I really love.
I’m part Alexander Supertramp, part Bart Simpson, and probably a hint of Sheldon Cooper’s dorkiness mixed in.
I’m fascinated with the usable psychology of self-improvement, and love those aha-moments of discovering a new personal truth.
I get excited when a writer elegantly describes a vague and shapeless concept that I’ve been trying to put my finger on for years.
When I was seven I accidentally lit a big tree on fire with firecrackers, got so scared that I ran away, then watched excitedly as the fire trucks started extinguishing my creation.
I fell off a horse twice in one week, locked eyes with a grizzly bear, and utterly failed my vow of silence while living in a forest monastery in the Mountains of Thailand.
I love my mom, wear socks that match, and can fit everything I own into one backpack.