When I was 18 years old I Iost my father Jean Pierre. The world I knew got completely turned upside down. His death confronted me at a young age with the finality of life. It is not self-evident that there is a tomorrow. 

Partly due to the loss, the mourning, the memories, but also the resilience, my perspective on the world changed view of the world. What do we leave behind, but more importantly how do we add value to the world? How do I live a valuable and meaningful life?