Addicted to Uncertainty

Burning every bridge that doesn’t lead forward

Norway was never the destination. It was the backdrop. A place that made the real stand out — and stripped away every move that didn’t feel right.

Comfort is a cage. Uncertainty is the key.

Three moves in, still not a cent earned. Algavo is ready for outside funding. Everything’s temporary — except the direction.

Freedom is made of nothing but uncertainty. The kind you want to kill fast, because it rubs raw. Because it knocks you sideways. Because it forces you to drop what’s safe.

But stay in it long enough, and it flips. You want more. Uncertainty becomes addictive — not because it’s nice, but because it drags you, without mercy or detours, exactly where life wants you. No shortcuts. No padding. Just the raw, unpredictable truth.

Freedom isn’t comfort. It’s not a cabin in the woods or a house with a view. It’s cutting away everything that doesn’t fit, even if it “works” on paper. It’s moving without a plan B. Living without steady income, but with something you feel in your bones.

And with global tensions hitting dangerous highs, only one choice stands: move in truth, no matter the cost. Because going back to false certainties is no longer an option.

Burn your ships. Don’t look back. Keep walking.

Not because you know where you’ll land — but because standing still will kill you slow.

Freedom won’t let you return — and uncertainty will make sure you never want to.

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