This is a Really Cheesy Fact
In 2020, approximately 21 million metric tonnes of cheese was produced worldwide. 21 million metric tonnes, let's take that in for a second. That's 21,000,000,000kg. That's roughly 300,000,000 humans, assigning an average weight of 70kg. We've got almost the average-weighted population of the whole U S of fucking A in cheese. I love a good block of ripe, coagulated milk curd as much as the next person but holy cow! The supply and demand for cheese is insane, so insane that out of this astounding mass of swiss, havarti, and cheddar that is made every year, 4% of it is stolen. Now we have 840,000,000kg of cheese that goes to fervent turophilic thieves across the globe, maybe some advocates for the mice, and a lot more to the lucrative casein black market.
Smile, Everyone is Watching..
Happiness. A good feeling brought on by joy, accomplishment, adventures, and many other things. Things that make you smile. On the flipside, sometimes a smile can be the facilitator for a spark of happiness. It is the most jovial chicken-and-egg situation.
Home Sweet Home
Toronto is a big, crowded city. It is full of people from all nationalities, cultures, walks of life. In the midst of a public health crisis and global economic depression, Toronto has seen businesses shutter, more working-aged people file for unemployment cheques than ever before, and some having to give up what they used to call home and seek any form of refuge. According to Homes First, around 8700 people are experiencing homelessness and that is not including those who stay in the currently overcrowded shelters. But where there is darkness, there is also light. There are people with hearts of gold who take it upon themselves to help those in need. Who take their craft and innovativeness to another level in order to make sure everyone can stand on their own two feet or in this case, have a roof over their head. Though he calls it Toronto Tiny Shelters, he has made an impact bigger than words can express.
Mind vs Brain
Think about it for a second. Think about it in solely a corporeal lens. We are creatures of survival. Not just in the big, 127-Hours-type situations, but in the day-to-day. Our bodies tell us what we need to do when we need to do it. We need energy to fuel our bodies so our tummies gurgle and the smells of food become very appealing and we eventually find a way to consume nourishment. We need sleep so our brains produce melatonin in a relatively diurnal (pause for students and insomniacs) rhythm and we begin to slow in bodily function, recline and fall into a slumber. Many of these routine things we do are because our bodies signal the need for it. But our bodies are truly nothing without the brain in both the physical and mental process. Our brain is the mastermind (literally) of the whole operation, the reason we survive. We breathe at pace because the mastermind knows how much oxygen we need, we gain adrenaline that gives us extra power to battle or flee in situations of danger, and we do these things seemingly instinctually when the circumstance arises. But the brain has a separate domain, the one that I'll call the mind for delineation purposes only, that becomes the reason some may decide to cease existence. Now think about that for a second. We are wired to do anything it takes to survive but there is another realm in the mind that can override all of that natural action and instead put oneself into the situation our brains actively avoid. Death means different things for different people, so here's my take.
The Unseen Beauty of Mass Texts
I've spent time throughout the years reading feel-good anecdotes on the Internet about the good Samaritans of the world, saving lives, helping those in need, and working towards a greater good. As someone who is, as weird as it is to admit on a Good Deed thread, a Hobbesian, I can acknowledge and truly appreciate those people who chip away at my belief. Though I have had the privilege of experiencing and witnessing some incredible acts of generosity, I wanted to talk about a truly small and understated deed that I have found went a long way for me and something I've tried to incorporate into my good habits. Mass texts.
Where are the Classes on Life?
I'm almost 23 years old, living in Toronto, educated in the Western society school system, for lack of a better term. I still remember all of my university days, most of my high school days, and a few even before that. But when I turned 18, I realized one thing: I'm supposed to be an adult at this age. The legal system has said: "17 years and 364 days, CHILD!...but 18 years and 0 days, welcome to adulthood. Welcome to doing your taxes, making your own doctors appointments, signing forms, and swiftly moving out. Still can't drink or gamble, but you can fight in the military and vote for your government. Congratulations!". But all I know at this point is how to calculate the hypotenuse of a triangle, interpret Shakespeare, and predict chemical reactions. How the f*** do I fill out a tax form? Where the f*** do I find the laws surrounding tenant rights that apply when living on the top floor of a subletted house with 3 other hooligans? Who the f*** even are the government and why am I, an adult with no adulting ability, voting for them?
Finding my Ikigai
We're all on our own journey together. Some people have these thoughts upon reaching a milestone, others have these thoughts when starting a new path, and a few may have these thoughts while influenced by various recreational elixirs of choice. What is my purpose? How am I doing in life? Where am I going?
The Sonder in the Atmosphere
I sit atop a shooting star Watch me soar oh so far The limits are endless, the views are amazing Observe as my path, the one that's trailblazing,