A thought

The function of this blog is to communicate with you, dear reader, and tell some stories from over 25 years of my life with passion, travel, and tattooing. Sharing my art with fellow humans around the globe has been my primary life’s mission since the year 2000. I’m wondering if the change of millennium has something to do with it?

If it was a push—like “hey boy, go do good, focus, get better and make people happy with your art, go ahead!”—it probably did. I don’t know what else is out there, what forces gave me the drive, but all I know—I’m forever grateful.

Some call it a calling. Some would say a purpose. I don’t have a name for it, I just execute on it.

I feel grateful to have built up a great fan/friend/follower/family base everywhere I go. I love my people in every corner of this marvelous planet. You legends know who you are. I’m grateful to you.

All of you who knew me personally in the past—I have changed. I am no longer the Davee you knew. The last 6 years of my life have been transitional. I wake up early. I sleep according to my circadian rhythm. I eat, I pray, I love. I exercise daily. I walk. A lot. Usually 15–16k steps a day. I read books, both self-help and fiction, and I write. I write more and more daily. I have learned how to cook simple, clean meals. I eat high-protein, high-fat, low-carb—close to keto each day. I do intermittent fasting. I have quit drugs, alcohol, and smoking a few years back. I spend time active outdoors. I work less, but better. I pay way more attention to my craft and I allow myself to take breaks and chill. I love hanging out with my wife and having silly goose time. I have found my happy place and my great work-life balance. Even though the pandemic was the worst time of my life, it’s been a blessing too. I changed. I killed the fat guy. I have lost over 50 kilograms of body weight and got really healthy. I have learned to be grounded, I started to love myself more, and thanks to that—I have been lost in the process of creating a better life, tattoos, and relationships. Less people have access to me today, but they are all better. And it’s funny thinking—when I was 25, I thought I’m not gonna make it to my 30s. Now at 41 I will do everything that’s in my power to live to 100, because I fucking love my life.

Thanks for reading that, I love you too.