When was the last time you scrolled through your social media feed?
Mine was approximately two minutes ago, on Instagram. In that time I went through perhaps two dozen posts, a dozen stories, and at least half a dozen ads.
It seems so harmless, us scrolling down our feed to see how everyone’s doing, but the effects go beyond killing time.
It’s so noisy. There’s so much content and opinions everywhere.
I dreamed I was doing an obstacle course. The first part involved me climbing 60 stories to a platform suspended in the sky.
I wasn’t harnessed.
The ladder was mounted onto a skeletal frame. I climbed quickly so fear can’t catch up with me, taking all of 3 seconds. The power of dreams.
60 stories up and finally off the flimsy ladder, the fear caught up and my legs started shaking uncontrollably. I found myself on a rectangular platform without a railing on all sides. As if I wasn’t scared enough, the platform trembled in tandem with my shaking.
Minimalism is a lifestyle.
Simplicity is the choice we make to maintain the minimalist lifestyle.
It’s a brand new year, and I spent some time evaluating my mental priorities. They remain the same: to keep my life simple and my mind clear.
I don’t know if it’s because of my poor mental health or perhaps I’ve been home too much, my mind has been plagued by a cloud of dullness. It was overcast up there most days.
After another decluttering session, it became clear that I have to be more watchful of how I use my attention.
Ever pick up…
It started in a flurry — the storm I’ve been waiting for.
I stood by the window, working, one eye on the situation, watching fat flakes fall from the sky, powdering the ground in white.
My eyes delighted at the sight, for I’m from a tropical island, witnessing the first snowstorm of my life.
So new to me, I feel like a child.
And like a child, I left the warmth of the house and stepped onto the porch.
Snowflakes swirled in the wind, so clean and cold, deliciously refreshing. The tiny things caressed my cheeks, clung to…
I think it wouldn’t be an exaggeration to say that the first two weeks of November have been tumultuous. It had quite a profound impact on me.
Before the election, I was fully prepared that either candidate may win (my apologies to Jo Jorgensen, who I didn’t think stood a chance). Still, on election night, seeing the red haze, I was down in the dumps. To be brutally honest, it killed my hope for humanity. (Melodramatic me!)
It was a sobering night. When the next day dawned, I felt like a veil was lifted off my eyes, but it was…
As someone who writes often about environmental issues, I often think about what it is I hope to do. Do I want to become a famous blogger/advocate of the climate movement? An activist? It didn’t take me long to realize I may be too introverted to be either!
When I think about activists, I think about vocal, brave, and intelligent young leaders like Vanessa Nakate, Greta Thunberg, and Xiuhtezcatl Roske-Martinez. These people have the courage to stand on an international stage and speak for the environment, in the face of governments and big industries.
“Today is the first day of the rest of your life.”
On a particularly quiet morning, this sentence popped into my head. I can’t remember where I read this from. I don’t know why it came up. At first, it seemed to be one of those stupid sayings that people like to throw in my face when I’m depressed.
But it hovered and stuck in my mind. I let it stay, stew, and I realized.
It’s a useful sentence after all.
Of course, it may not do anything for you if you’re depressed. Hell, it may even be nightmarish. If…
I stood by the sink, glancing into the backyard through the window above it. Dandelion wishes danced in the wind, so light and fluffy — perfectly designed to keep its kind going.
In the corner of the yard, a squirrel popped out of the foliage, dark fruit in its mouth. Its body and poofy tail forming a perfect wave each time it hopped.
Some time ago, I read a book about a universe in which animals were all monstrous-looking and hostile. If science didn’t work the way it did on earth, animals could’ve all looked like monsters. (Would we still…
When we think about microplastic pollution, we often think about the ocean. After all, we usually truck our plastic trash off for recycling or the landfill. That should keep it there, right?
Sadly, recent research studies have found that microplastic pollution is a growing concern in farm soil.
Thanks to these scientists, we’re now aware that microplastic can enter plants and impede the growth of plants. This means that animals that eat plants consume the plastic in these plants too.
I’m not sure if you’ve watched Netflix’s Dark. It’s a German TV series that came out three years ago. The story follows the tangled fates of a group of people in a little town in Germany called Winden. It all began with a boy’s disappearance and led to the unraveling of a mystery more complicated than anything I’ve come across in a long time.
I love how beautifully the story is told. With the amount of time-traveling the characters do, I experienced astoundingly little confusion watching the show. …