In August 2025, I told my story about my first love. Instead of reproducing the text verbatim, I’ll summarize it. I want to highlight and clarify the most important points and avoid boring the reader with unnecessary details. Since I spoke the story quite freely, I only have the recording to work with. However, this written summary comes very close to the story as I told it.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
In my first story, I said that my first love is the life I live now, and that it wasn’t always this way. I was a shy child, always sat in the back row, and didn’t like being photographed. I was very quiet, quite anxious, and thought people weren’t interested in my opinion. I was simply a nobody. That’s why I kept silent. I lived like that for over 40 years until, in my mid-forties, I discovered something. This discovery changed my life because I found a deeper meaning, a profound purpose in life. From then on, everything changed. I decided I no longer wanted to work for corrupt management. Although I haven’t had a permanent job since 2001, I’ve always worked, just not for a company. I started writing, self-published a book, created websites, wrote poetry, created artwork, and combined it with my poetry. After a while, I also started taking photographs and combined those with my poems as well. What I want to say here is that my first love was finding a deeper meaning, my purpose in life. And that actually saved my life, because when I was very down and unemployed, I discovered a deeper meaning in my life, and I still live by it.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u00a9 Jan 6, 2026 Ute Sonja Medley<\/p>\n\n\n\n
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