5:20 AM. You’re slowly opening your eyes. Your mind is surfacing out of morning meditation. Calm feeling. Flowing happiness. A feeling that today you can get an inch closer to your dream life. A morning story that you always wanted. But that story looked very different 20 minutes ago… << 5:00 AM. A piece of…

A brief glance at my watches. 6:30AM. Looking through the small window, I saw that we are approaching the terminal building. Tokyo Narita is a nice airport, but somehow that morning, my mind was not up to speed to appreciate it. …

The story of friendship and people around us — I remember the day when I came back from two weeks of holidays spent with my grandma. My father lifted me up to the shelf that was too high for me. I was about 5 years old and smaller than most children in the classroom. There it was. A beautiful…

An unusual way to let your brain help you. — Switching off my computer and lights in the room, I left the notes on the whiteboard. Outside was a cold December evening in Sweden. Almost midnight. After a couple of hours trying to develop a solution for one of my projects, I just gave up. …

“Where did you get this flight ticket, sir?” asked the tall lady at the transfer desk. I got a bit worried, with a long line of nervous travelers behind me. The late evening rush at the JFK airport for sure added to the urgency. “Air France,” I answered with my…

It really does not. — “Dear prof. ” No, no. How to start this e-mail? “Mr. “ No, hmmm. Delete. For the last 10 minutes, I’m trying to type an e-mail to my former Ph.D. thesis supervisor. Start and delete. Start, delete. It’s not easy. This bridge has been burned. The story started in 2008…

6:00 AM. Alarm. New day. Today I will make it. I’ll go out running for 30 minutes. Morning has quickly passed, and suddenly it’s 9:00. Time for coffee. December in Sweden is dark, cold, and rainy. You don’t want to see the complete picture. …

The doors opened, slightly screeching. I entered the computer shop in my hometown in Eastern Slovakia. “Good morning.” “Morning,” sounded reply somewhere from the back. The year was 1995, and right behind the door was a shelf with my dream computer, Commodore Amiga 1200. The price tag was above my…

The world is so complicated that making correct judgment on the first time is unlikely. — “Next, please.” called the receptionist. I took our passports and put them on the reception desk. “Good evening. Petrik. We have a reservation.” Looking into the computer, the young receptionist quickly found our reservation and prepared the keys. “I apologize for that,” he said, pointing to the large group of…