When you are driven, you can bend the world to your will. You can make things happen, whether they should happen or not. It took me many years to realize the difference.

In 2012, after leaving OLX, I gave away all my possessions and set out as a nomad. My dream was to create an off-grid sanctuary, a place for friends, family, founders, and seekers to gather, to imagine, to live differently.

At first, I chose Cabarete in the Dominican Republic. On paper, it was perfect. In reality, the universe was already whispering otherwise. Corruption was relentless. Bribes at every turn. Guests felt unease beneath the rustic charm. Diseases spread. Burglaries shook us. One guard even shot a guest. Later, gunmen stormed my garden. Seven years I pressed forward, convinced I could overcome anything. Seven years ignoring the whisper: Not here. Not this.

By 2018, I finally surrendered. And in Turks & Caicos, everything began to flow. Friends loved it. Conferences bloomed. I found joy in padel again. I discovered that “the best” often strangles “the good,” and that what can be lived now often beats the mirage of perfection.

I heard the same lesson when I tried to build a grand video game, a fusion of Age of Empires, Rise of Nations, and Kohan. Costs spiraled, years slipped away. Eventually I understood: the universe was saying, Move on.

The more I listened, the clearer the signals became.

Now, in Turks, the current falters. A neighbor builds illegally, blocking my view. Some resent the lights of my sports center. Ministers obstruct solar projects for petty gain. The energy feels heavy, stagnant.

Meanwhile, Antigua calls. The Prime Minister himself offers exemptions and permits. The community embraces me. The ambassador flies me over the island by helicopter, introducing me to its beauty and its people. The flow is unmistakable.

At the same time, Midas, one of my companies, soars the more attention I give it. Again, the signs align.

Even my three-year-old son added his whisper. One day he told me he wanted a little brother. Most would laugh it off, but I listened. We talked about what it meant: babies take time to grow, to walk, to speak. He nodded and still insisted. And so, we set things in motion.

Whispers, Not Neon Signs

We wait for thunderbolts: the perfect job offer, the lightning-strike realization, the booming voice of destiny. But life rarely shouts. It speaks softly. It nudges. It repeats itself until you finally notice.

The Whispers We Miss

• The gut feeling you brush aside.
• The obstacle that keeps returning in new disguise.
• The coincidence that feels too precise to ignore.

These are not accidents. They are invitations.

Why We Ignore Them

We cling to control. We want life to follow our plan, not its own. When it does not, we dismiss the signals as noise. But life is patient. The whisper becomes a nudge. The nudge becomes a shove. Ignore it long enough, and the ground disappears beneath your feet.

Alan Watts once said: suffering does not come from the signs themselves, but from our resistance to them. Listening means change, and change feels like death to the ego.

Coincidence or Connection?

Carl Jung called it synchronicity. Watts saw it as life reminding itself of its own pattern.

The friend who calls the moment you think of them. The book that arrives precisely when you need its message. These are not quirks of chance. They are threads of the same tapestry you are already woven into.

The universe isn’t outside you, sending hints from afar. You are part of it. Synchronicity is life speaking to itself through you.

How to Hear Again

You don’t need magic. You need presence.

Be still. Notice what repeats. Watch the difference between forcing and flowing. Release the illusion of control.

Whispers don’t ask for leaps of faith. They invite small steps, gentle experiments, and overdue conversations. Follow them, and the road reveals itself one stone at a time.

The Point

Life is always speaking. It does not need to scream. Its whispers are enough, if only you stop drowning them out with noise.

So, pause. Breathe. Watch the patterns. Trust the tug that won’t let you go.

Because the truth is, the universe has been guiding you all along. The only question is: will you finally listen?