Bert Bunk

@ChoicezNL 🥂

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@bumbleby Ja🫂💞

@ChrisMedlandF1 Thank you for the time you took to take a picture. Hope to see you again. Keep spaming. It is usefull.

A few more updates to come too, I’ll be back here for the test on Tuesday before flying home #F1 #AbuDhabiGP

Signing out of a quiet paddock after the last race of the season, so time for the usual post! Been a blast for all of my outlets, including everyone following along on here too. Hope the updates have been useful, sorry for the spam if they haven’t ✌🏼 #F1 #AbuDhabiGP

@AlexJacquesF1 Goodmorning mr Jacques, Thank you for giving us the best experience for the racing back home. It was nice meeting you in Brasil and Qatar. Hope you like my gift.

It was a lot of fun talking about 13 years of commentary back where it all began.

@redbullracing @Max33Verstappen @vladimirrys We just need to win. Words of wisdom from GP last night☺️😃💪

Race Day 🏁 How are we feeling, Team? #F1 || #QatarGP 🇶🇦

@redbullracing On our way. 😃🥳

Destination… Doha 📍 #F1 || #QatarGP 🇶🇦

Today also marks 13 years since Raikkonen got lost in Brazil

@DiianaD_ 🤩🤗💪😃😲😱

No cheating, let’s have it👇🏽

@maximumpain333 Fearless💪 Balanced🤗 Glowing🤩

I AM CONFIDENT, WORTHY, AND GRATEFUL. What about you? ✨🙌🏾💫

McLaren in de problemen. Tumult bij de hospitality van het team hier in de paddock van Las Vegas. Hier het FIA-document over te veel slijtage van de bodemplank. Is in het verleden meestal een 'slam dunk' DSQ gebleken, maar we wachten af in de Amerikaanse nacht #F1

@ChrisMedlandF1 Longest 5 minutes EVER😅🤭

The team is off to the stewards at 23:45 local time, so in five minutes. Usually a pretty quick decision for these #F1 #LasVegasGP

@williamsf1 From Espel😅🦁🇳🇱

Where will you be watching from? 🌎 Tell us down below 💬

“wet races are boring, cars are slow and there’s no racing. the only entertainment is driver mistakes.” max: “sir/ma’am you’re an idiot.” 😭

HIS REPLY

@JRuijtbergen Creatief

@rumilyrics I choose me

Let's see your positively!

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@positivetribenl @KeesKlaveren 28 gulden. Dat is bijna 3€ toch? 😅🤭 Maar mooi dat je dat bewaart heb. Is @KeesKlaveren expert dan? Ik heb er ook nog. 🤗

@KeesKlaveren Zit hier nog een pareltje tussen, G? Papa is aan het schrapen voor zn project😂

@McLarenF1 🇧🇷

Drop a flag of where you’ll be tuning in from this weekend 🌎 #McLaren | #BrazilGP 🇧🇷

@maximumpain333 @ChoicezNL weer 1 voor in het komende hoofdstuk. Life² live² love² -x-

THE BEAUTY OF FORGETTING When we are born, we arrive whole. Curious. Open. Unafraid. We look at the world with eyes unclouded by meaning, and everything is alive — the wind is a friend, the dirt is sacred, and God is simply what is. In those early days, there is no I. There is only wonder. Like Adam before the fall, the child lives within the garden of innocence — not as its guest, but as part of its breathing. There is no separation between the hand and the flower it touches, no division between the thought and the sky it drifts through. There is only life, happening. What is innocence, if not ignorance? And ignorance, if not the first form of grace? The child’s joy comes from not knowing he doesn’t know. He plays without a purpose, loves without a reason, and dreams without understanding what a dream is. It is only when knowing enters that wonder begins to fade. For every truth we learn, a little magic dies. To name a thing is to stand outside of it. To understand it is to stop listening to it. And the more we know, the more we forget how to see. Knowledge creates the knower. The knower becomes the ego. And the ego is the wall between the child and the garden. It grows with every opinion, every judgment, every certainty — a fortress built from understanding that keeps us safe, but also keeps us out. Some of us spend our lives strengthening that fortress, believing the world outside is dangerous, or childish, or naïve. We call it maturity, responsibility, realism. But it is only the hardening of the heart — the death of wonder. And yet, some remember. Some hear the laughter in the distance and follow it back to the part of themselves they left behind. They learn that wisdom without innocence is hollow, and that truth without curiosity is only noise. They learn that to return to wonder is not regression — it is resurrection. The path home is not paved with knowing, but with unknowing. To release the need to be right. To stop naming everything we touch. To let mystery be mystery again. For the child we once were never truly died. He only fell asleep beneath the weight of what we thought we knew. And when we let go — of the opinions, the roles, the defenses — we wake to find him waiting, smiling, barefoot in the grass. The garden was never lost. We simply outgrew our eyes. And when we remember how to see again, the world becomes holy once more — not because it changed, but because we did. ~ The Wandering Fool ✨🙌🏾💫