How to Hear Yourself Think

On silence, freedom, and choosing your own life

(Versión en español abajo ⬇️)

I still remember the sound of my footsteps on the gravel.

Somewhere between Barcelona and Valencia, with a backpack that squeaked every time I shifted my shoulders, I realized I hadn’t spoken to another human in almost an entire day. The road curved along the coast. The morning was cold in that gentle way that wakes you up properly. And for the first time in a long while, there were no deadlines, no messages, no expectations waiting for me.

Just me, the sea, and the kind of question that only shows up when the world finally shuts up.

What do you actually want from your life?

People think big answers come during big moments. But for me, they arrived quietly, somewhere on that walk, in the space where your mind stops performing and starts telling the truth. When you travel alone for long enough, you don’t become someone else.

You simply lose the ability to lie to yourself.

That’s the first thing freedom does.

It removes the noise.

Losing the Noise

When you strip away routines, roles, audiences, traditions, and sometimes even clothes, you see what remains. And if what remains feels light, honest, relaxed, then you’re probably on the right path. If it feels tight, heavy, or borrowed from someone else, that’s a sign too.

I’ve felt the opposite of freedom as well.

Moments where responsibility turns into pressure. Where society expects you to behave a certain way. Where you feel like you’re playing a role instead of living your life. Even spending time with people who don’t understand who you’re becoming can make you shrink without realizing it.

And then there was COVID. A time where we literally couldn’t choose anything. Freedom disappears fast when you have no decisions left to make.

Funny enough, freedom also disappears when you have too many decisions.

Too many projects. Too many expectations. Too much mental noise. When you’re drowning in tasks, creativity dies. The headspace you need to feel free simply evaporates.

Reinventing Yourself

One of the biggest shifts in my life happened years before Spain or photography.

In 2015, I left a long relationship and quit volleyball after playing it my entire life. That sport had shaped me. It gave me structure, routines, a role I understood. But once I stepped away, something cracked open.

Suddenly, I wasn’t someone’s boyfriend. I wasn’t someone’s teammate. I was simply myself.

And that was frightening, exciting, and incredibly freeing all at once.

Within a year, I had left Belgium and moved to Argentina. That’s what happens when you give yourself permission to reinvent who you are.

Me, hiking 400km of the Portuguese coastline back in 2016.

The Lie About Money

Here’s something people often get wrong.

Money does not buy freedom.

It buys convenience, comfort, and options. But if you earn a lot and lose yourself in the process, you’re not free. If you have no time, you’re not free. If you’re mentally exhausted, you’re not free.

Enough is enough.

Too much is often a prison.

Discipline as a Form of Freedom

Routines can feel like prisons too, but they don’t have to. In my life, routine actually creates freedom. Waking up early. Doing the important things before noon. Keeping some structure so I don’t waste energy on unnecessary decisions.

A bit of discipline makes space for creativity later.

It’s not restriction. It’s preparation.

The Real Cost

The real cost of freedom isn’t money or time.

It’s people.

Sometimes you have to let go of people you love because you no longer fit into each other’s lives. Not because they’re wrong or you’re right, but because you’re growing in different directions.

And it hurts.

Freedom also comes with instability. The ground beneath you moves a little. Not everyone can handle that. Not everyone wants to.

But the people who do, the ones who truly feel free, have something in common. They don’t care much about judgment. They don’t perform for approval. They know what they want, and they follow it quietly, honestly, without asking for permission.

Being Comfortable in Your Own Skin

Sensuality ties into this too, in a subtle way.

Not sex. Not provocation. Just the experience of being comfortable in your own skin. Being present in your body. Being unafraid of yourself.

When you stop hiding parts of who you are, you move through the world differently. Lighter. Softer. More open.

A Future in Motion

When I imagine my future self, I always see him in motion.

Living in a van somewhere in Spain. Driving without a hurry. Shooting photos when it feels right. Writing near the sea. A slow life with no pressure to be anywhere other than where I am.

Maybe freedom looks different for you.

But here’s something I believe deeply.

Freedom is not a place. It’s a pattern of choosing.

Where to Start

If you want to feel free, start with this.

Go somewhere alone. Not for Instagram. Not to escape. But to listen. A week. Two. Somewhere far away, with as little internet as possible.

Let boredom hit you. Let silence hit you. Let your mind tell you the things you’ve been avoiding.

Ask yourself the questions you usually skip.

What do you truly want?
What excites you?
Who are you performing for?
What would you do if nobody expected anything from you?

You won’t have all the answers immediately.

You’re not supposed to.

Freedom is a process, not a miracle.

But the first step is always the same.

You go out into the world alone.
You walk until the noise fades.
And you finally start hearing yourself.

That’s where freedom begins.


With love,

Arnold ✌🏼

P.S. If any of this resonates but you feel a bit stuck, like you don’t quite know how to move toward a life that feels more free or more yours, I do offer coaching. It’s mainly for aspiring photographers, because that’s the path I know best, but even if you’re not a photographer, sometimes just having an honest conversation about direction, choices, and what you actually want out of life can change a lot. If that feels relevant, you can always reach out.

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