You may have noticed that I’ve been talking about certain isms in my first posts, namely veganism and minimalism (Chapter Three – The nudge: On how I became a vegan, Chapter Four – The real: On absence of excess). Depending on your experiences you may feel one way or another about following this type of defined ideologies – life enhancing or detrimental, naturally occurring or forced behaviour. Now I’d like to tell you how I generally feel about them.
In the not-so-distant past we have had some sad instances of new isms rising and gaining large following. There have been wars, blood has been shed, prejudice and polarisation induced. There’s a Finnish proverb: “Fire is a good servant but an awful master”. Isms are like fire – brilliant tools to apply, but also highly potential for tragedies if taken to the extreme or not ‘kept under control’. This applies for all religions, political isms, or for any ideological ism whatsoever. Continue reading “Ideologies are fire”
The feeling when you finish the jar of curry paste you’ve had in your fridge for half a year.
I was an organised child. I kept my room relatively tidy and everything in check, because I wanted to know the exact locations of my toys and other things, instead of the whole room being a dump with closets bulging with in-crammed stuff. My parents of course encouraged me to tidy up after making a mess with my legos.
Becoming a teenager it was time to take it to the next level – I started doing semi-regular checkups to find the things that I wouldn’t use anymore. I packed them nicely in cardboard boxes or plastic bags, and took them to the attic where all my old toys and unused stuff were waiting for… something. We had the space, so there was no need to get rid of everything.
The motivation for getting rid of unused things was always staying in control of my belongings. The less I had, the easier it was. As a youngster I never thought deeper into why I actually felt better having less stuff around me. Even though one may see my enthusiasm for organising as OCD, I was just enjoying the results. On the other hand I didn’t actually let go of the things – I only hid them. Out of sight, out of mind, you know. Continue reading “Chapter Four – The real: On the absence of excess”
‘The Best Speech You Will Ever Hear’, declared the intriguingly flamboyant title. Google must know me better than I do – for some reason this video appeared in my recommended videos section on YouTube. Curious, I clicked the link while preparing myself for a disappointment by a clickbait. Turns out the title was not lying.
I couldn’t recognise the man standing in front of a college class, nor had I heard his name, which was shown in the beginning of the video. For starters he hits the audience with a heads up – one should be prepared for feelings of anger, frustration and guilt during the speech to follow. They would both love and hate the speaker along the way.
“Right now, I want you to think about how you would feel, if the moment you’re born, someone else had already planned the day of your execution.” … Okay, I think I know where this is going, but I don’t know how to feel about it. Continue reading “Chapter Three – The nudge: On how I became a vegan”
You go first. No? Okay, I’ll go.
My name is Rasmus. Although I wasn’t officially born there, I would say that I’m from Kuopio – a city surrounded by lakes, located in the heart of Finland. That is where I grew up and where I really feel like I’m home.
To my understanding I went through a very normal childhood – obediently going to school and using most of my free time either playing outside with my friends, or inside having fun with the spectacular PlayStation 2. I was also a huge lego fanatic – occasionally I would just sit down and build with the blocks for hours.
I was always quite good at school. Early on, I had the passion for learning, which just made it all feel natural to me. I was also taught to put enough effort in my studies from the start, which really helped in the long run. Continue reading “Chapter Two – Hopeful: Of me and my plans”
I am a walker. I am a thinker. I am an aspiring minimalist.
By ‘a walker’ I mean that I enjoy walking. Not in the sporty kind of way (you know, the race walking that looks a bit funny, no offence), or the zombie kind of way (*winky face*), but the way that allows me to air out my brain, and my mind to roam. Even though some of my friends find this habit weird, I think it can’t really get more normal than walking.
This leads me to the ‘thinker’ part. Either consciously or subconsciously, I’m constantly looking for reasons and logic behind the nature, people, life, and simple everyday things, while also analysing myself as a person. Due to the fact that I sometimes just zone out, I may not seem the brightest guy in town, especially to someone meeting me for the first time. You may say I’m a dreamer, but in this case I would rather call it learning. It’s just the way my brain is wired. I do dream, though. Continue reading “Chapter One – The rendezvous”