Short Advice on Thriving

Short advice on thriving and creating a life of impact and meaning. This is your daily inspiration, takes less than a minute to read.

Why the Taiwanese Coined the Term “Internet Beauty” 網美

As someone who has been on a mountain crest before I was old enough to walk (thanks mom!) I live and breathe nature.

I’ve hiked Nevado de Toluca in Mexico, a whole range of mountains in Europe, and within one month of moving to Vietnam last year, I hiked the tallest mountain in Indochina – Fansipan.

Before visiting Bali this year, I did what I usually do – I Googled hiking trails.

And if your finger is not on the pulse of all-things-SE-Asia, then you will probably be as surprised to learn this, as I was – Bali is (planning on) imposing complete hiking bans.

Why? Take a not-so-wild guess.

People.

Lewd, disrespectful, people.

I did eventually decide to hike Mount Batur – the most accessible, and therefore popular mountain, out of the 21 other mountains on this Indonesian island.

It wasn’t a particularly scenic hike. Partly because it was night time and I could barely see anything beyond what my headlamp allowed. And partly because I was slugging behind many other people, on cemented and deforested areas. Not very romantic.

Nonetheless, as soon as the famous sunrise hit the summit, I excitedly pulled out my phone to take selfies alongside 500 other people.

How else would strangers on the internet know I was there?

Back in April, my fiancée and I visited Taiwan.

Three days after landing in Taipei, I, naturally, found myself hiking alongside a local guide up Jiantan Mountain.

Somewhere along the route, the guide stops and says, “This wasn’t here last year.” “What?” I ask, looking around me. “That” – and he points to a circular porch, covered in plastic flowers, suspended on the edge of the mountain.

“We call that internet beauty, or 網美”

There was a queue of (primarily) women, wearing dresses and high-heels, waiting in line to take selfies.

I saw the same in Fansipan.

Hundreds of people taking cable cars, complaining there are too many stairs from the cable car station to the summits. Yes, summits – as in plural. Because of the amount of tourists, they’ve created “fake summits” for photo ops.

Social media has changed everything, forever.

As a money-driven species, we’ve made our cities increasingly more uninhabitable, so it follows that, over time, people will gravitate towards the opposite.

And as the urban population increases, so does the concentrated pressure put on nature. Especially in places that are physically accessible to the masses.

A confluence of irresponsible influencers posting “hidden gems,” and the pandemic, radically exacerbated this trend.

really am happy to see people “promoting” the outdoors. What’s tragic is that they do so without sharing important contextual advice.

The reality is that everything has a limit to how many people it can handle.

And when a large amount of people descend in one place at one time, it can cause damage to nature itself and overwhelm a system that has been designed to handle a more sensible flow of human traffic.

They punch in shortcuts, widen out and erode trails, and mash down sensitive fauna, making it impossible for nature to recover in time.

Once a place becomes popular enough. Roads and parking lots get built, alongside other facilities, cafés, hotels, and other ways the human mind can think of to make a quick buck.

In other words, functional vandalism.

Next thing you know, there are suspended bridges and trains and tunnels and elevators built at 3000 feet altitude at great cost to the nature that surrounds it.

All of this, and for what? Internet points? A short-lived aha moment? The once in a lifetime chance to wait 20 minutes for an influencer to take their “bottom of a waterfall” still? #blessed #ilovenature #followmeformore

Because of its sheer magnitude, nature can often appear imposing and indestructible, it’s not.

And while I don’t think we can realistically “Leave No Trace Behind,” there will always be traces of the human race, no matter how hard we try. We can substantially reduce them.

Here’s a non-exclusive list of things you can do to minimize your environmental impact:

  • Get people excited about preservation.
  • Volunteer for conservation work.
  • Report problems to public land organizations.
  • Advocate for state-imposed limits and permits.
  • Carry out what you carry in.
  • Observe outdoor etiquette and call out people that don’t.
  • Most importantly, get educated. The books “Wilderness Ethics” and “The Nature of Nature” are a great place to start.

Am I Being a Hypocrite and Gatekeeping Nature?


I am a hypocrite.

Vietnam is the 5th country I’ve ever lived in. I travel a lot, especially by plane. I do a lot of mountain races that, by their own nature, bring a high influx of people into a confined trail in a short period of time. I am not without fault.

However. I try to offset my damage as much as humanly possible. I do community volunteering, I pick up as much trash I can carry, I hire small local guides. And most of the races I do, are involved in conservation work and enlist the help of the local community during the events.

I am gatekeeping.

I suppose you could consider this gatekeeping, insofar, as a metaphor, gates serve the purpose of keeping something, or someone, out.

This has never been about keeping people out of nature, to the contrary.

It takes time and effort to find inspiring scenery and solitude. You have to be willing to go out and explore things naturally. For me, getting to those remote, hard-to-reach spots on narrow paths and no infrastructure is a reward in and of itself.

By contrast, you have influencers influencing wannabe influencers.

Influencers that don’t use their platforms to educate on just how important and fragile nature is. They create itineraries, down to the GPS coordinates, and urge you to “save this post on your next trip to Vietnam” #bucketlist

Maybe not everyone should know about that one lake on the foothills of that one mountain that much of the wildlife in the area drinks from. Maybe we should leave those spots to the people who know enough to know better.

And as harsh as this may sound:

Most outdoors influencers are terrible for the outdoors. Especially the ones with drones. I hate those guys.

From where I’m standing, we have two choices:

1. Get educated, respect the laws of nature, only take advice from responsible influencers.

2. Sit back and watch as our lands are deteriorating until local governments ban them completely.

What’s it gonna be?

Please be responsible. Our values have shifted and so has the world.

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when your brain hates you

exactly 15 days ago I underwent one of the scariest and most humbling 47 minutes of my life.

if you’ve never experienced a head CT scan, allow me to walk you through it.

you have to sit perfectly still in a painfully narrow, white tube (that can barely fit an adult); with a helmet over your head that successfully ads to the overflowing sense of panic, otherwise known as claustrophobia; all the while you’re forced to listen the loudest, most bizarre alien machine sounds barraging through your ear drums.

you’re alone, you’re scared shitless and you find yourself negotiating with yourself, with God, and some other God, just to be ok.

you think to yourself, “stupid ungrateful brain, do you know how many books I read for you? I thought we were a team.”

but, time flows, as time does,
and after 47 minutes (or was it 3 hours?) you get out thinking the worst has passed, at least that’s what your girlfriend tells you, and now all you have to do is wait…
for 14 agonizing days.

you are now Schrödinger’s cat, meow.

imagine watching a dubbed movie where you can still hear the original audio in the background, barely above a whisper,
that whisper becomes your daily internal voiceover, only yours is yelling, so much so that you can’t actually hear the dialogue anymore.

the googling, the worrying, the ever-present fear…

the one thing you cherish most about yourself, your imagination, turns against you, building worst case scenarios faster than you can stop them,
of course you know you shouldn’t, of course you do it anyway.
stupid brain.

from the second you do that scan, anxiety becomes your daily affirmation.
every day becomes a mix of desperation and hope.
every day you try to forget, and not to forget.
your mind has a mind of its own.

after exactly 14 days, with your girlfriend’s hand in your hand,
you log in to see your results.

relief

“sometimes I wish I could save you from your mind” she says.

me too babe, me too.

I’ll see you tomorrow.

today is day 19 of the year, there are 346 days remaining of 2023.

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show me your passport

they say you make your own luck,
do you make your own bad luck as well?

they say there are things that happen before the bullet hits the body…
warning signs, opportunities to escape, chances to fight back,
maybe.
maybe you’re just a confused tourist that’s taken a wrong turn.

for the last few weeks I’ve worked on planes, boats, trains and buses,
I’ve held meetings in hotel lobbies, cafes and coworking spaces.
I’ve traveled between countries and cities, castles and churches, restaurants and museums.

I’ve been working remotely for 12 years and I’m still shocked at how remote my work really is.
how much privilege and good fortune,
how much freedom.

and yet,

across the world sits a woman just like me,
just as motivated, skilled and able,
with the same work ethic and love for her family.

I hope to never forget or take for granted that the only difference between the two of us is the passport.

I’ll see you tomorrow.

today is day 15 of the year, there are 350 days remaining of 2022.

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the deadline of death

the romans, the mayans, the mongols…

entire civilizations minimized to one word in dusty history books.

everything fades, yes, even you.

so why hesitate? why sulk? why seek revenge?

what are you putting off doing out of fear?
what is it costing you?
what if nothing ever changed?
what are you waiting for?

ideally you should do some of these things before you decide to settle down and get 4 credit cards.

and if pure inertia fails, remember…

every problem can be solved through one of these three solutions:

  • accept it
  • change it
  • leave it

if you can’t accept it, change it, if you can’t change it, leave it.

most of life’s hardships come from our inability to make one of these decisions.

so make one.

signed,
the millennial.

I’ll see you tomorrow.

today is day 11 of the year, there are 354 days remaining of 2022.

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don’t eat the yellow snow

“don’t eat the yellow snow,”

I saw this golden piece of advice written on a postcard and chuckled to myself at how childish and ridiculous it was.

seeing how I’m currently galivanting through the Baltics at sub zero temperatures, that indeed sounded like pertinent advice.

I filed it for later use.

every once in a while I’d see a dog walking through the snow and, as if Pavlov himself had conditioned me, I remembered to giggle.

“don’t eat the yellow snow,”
bwah!

today I boarded a ferry that washed me away from cold and dark Helsinki to cold and dark Tallinn.
I’ve had spiced mulled wine and hot chocolate with Baileys,
I’ve carried half my body weight on my back for most of the day and am now sat in my hotel room, overlooking a frozen river who’s name I can’t pronounce, listening to my partner’s rhythmic snoring, thinking about yellow snow…

most of my life I’ve been trying to convince myself of some deeper truth, when there wasn’t one.

we’re all different the same way,
navigating many competing obligations and distractions,
living through each other’s point of view because we fear not being accepted,
explaining, understanding and justifying everything in order to feel safe and important.

and yet, all we want is to know that it’s going to be alright in the end.

lighten up, it’s not that deep.

just don’t eat the yellow snow.

I’ll see you tomorrow.

today is day 8 of the year, there are 357 days remaining of 2022.

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day one

congratulations! you made it through another
year,
12 months,
52 weeks,
365 days,
8,760 hours,
525,600 minutes,
31,536,000 seconds.

buckle up,

today is day 1 of the year, there are 364 days remaining of 2023.

I’ll see you tomorrow.

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stop and smell the polution

novelty at each turn of a corner:
new people, new language, new nature, new climate, new food, new textures, new smells, new problems, new solutions

I don’t have many early childhood recollections but I suspect this is what I felt like, stumbling out of the house for the first time, with my hand tightly latching on to my mom’s finger, ready to explore the world…

a lot has happened this past month, and just to name a few:

  • I spent two nights in a stilt house in the middle of nowhere, just so that I could run a jungle race,
  • I almost got stomped on by a water buffalo,
  • I paid a H’mong boy to be my hiking guide going up Phan Si Păng Mountain (the tallest in Indochina – my ego compels me to mention)
  • I am actually driving a scooter in the madness that is Saigon traffic,
  • I unearthed a love for coconut jelly, that is slowly evolving into an obsession,
  • I became a plant mom,
  • I spent 20 minutes in Cambodia,
  • and I’m singlehandedly racking up Google Translate’s cloud hosting bill.

currently I’m sat cross-legged on a violently blue sofa, peering at the smog through my apartment’s window, trying to spot the skyscrapers built around Sài Gòn River;
in theory, I know they’re supposed to be in my direct line of sight,
in reality, today is one of those dusty yellow sky days, much like yesterday, and the day before that.

a price you must be fine paying when living in Ho Chi Minh.

I’ve always proudly painted myself as a traveler, a person of culture and exposure, and yet, when given a cup and a bucket of water, I was confused as to how I’m supposed to use them to bathe myself,

I was even more confused by everyone’s roaring laughter when I bolted out of the bathroom, screaming bloody murder after having seen a giant walking-stick cruising on the walls (google this insect with caution)

a culture so far from my own, that has no qualms with 10x’ing the price of a t-shirt because I’m so clearly white and I must be waking up every morning to give that good ol’ money tree a strong shake; a fool and her money…

much like yourself, I focus on my strengths because I want to live in my glory, and as easy as it may be to sit here, full of self importance and judgment on society, what do I know?

my palms are too soft, clothes are too clean, nails too polished.

what privilege of me to think of it as a lapse in morals;
placed in their shoes, would I so confidently sit on my high horse? not so sure.

I work off my laptop in an air conditioned room,
I pay 15 cents for a fresh coconut,
and the biggest question permeating my brain this morning is whether I should go to the gym first and then to the pool, or vice versa.

you’ll only be able to see how something really is, when you have no expectations of how it should be; an impossible feat, of course, but I do think it’s important to at least try to think outside our lived experiences and allow ourselves to be moved by our surroundings without arrogance and cynicism.

they say we are more blind to what we have than to what we have not,
and I believe them.

I’ll see you tomorrow.

today is day 311 of the year, there are 54 days remaining of 2022.

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the pain and joy of running

I run.
not so much that it overtakes my life,
and certainly not so fast as to merit a seat at the podium,
just enough to be considered a person that runs.

enough to actually enjoy it,
enough to wake up at dawn for a “quick” 10k,
enough to think I can, in fact, catch the bus.

I’ve had this thought many times, and each time it feels like a wake-up.

aside from living,
it is the simplest, and most complex thing I’ve ever done.

one foot in front of the other,
one breath out after another,
one thought in after the other,
imposing its rhythm.

grateful for every step, every breath, every droplet of sweat.

testing the limits of my world,
and yours,
unrushed and unworried,
inhaling and exhaling,
learning the difference between fatigue and pain,
wondering just how far am I willing to go to follow my thoughts.

and just like life,
running has a meaning simply because it has a finish line.

all we have to do is breath.

I’ll see you tomorrow.

today is day 285 of the year, there are 80 days remaining of 2022.

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rise and grind

“how are you going to monetize that?” I gave voice to the first thought that came to mind.

oh, you’re one of those” she said under her breath, as if I had just outed myself to a homophobe.

this micro dialogue took place 4 years ago, at a meet and greet, somewhere in London.

I hadn’t been exposed to the anti-capitalist movement to understand the “those” I was now a part of, but I smiled my smile and carried on to my next 30 second conversation.

in all fairness,
the fact that this artist chose to never show (and subsequently sell) the paintings she spent hours out of her day on, was none of my business,
I was simply wondering how she pays her bills, ’tis all.

“I don’t have a dream job since I don’t dream of labor.” is part of the discourse I see coming out of Gen Z on TikTok.

“I simply want to live my life slowly and lay down in a bed of moss with my lover and enjoy the rest of my existence reading books, creating art, and loving myself and the people in my life.”

I understand not wanting to use work as basis for identity;
I understand not wanting to work in jobs where you are overworked, underpaid and underappreciated,
I even understand working strictly out of financial necessity, with zero interest in the labor itself.

with the “great resignation” and “quiet quitting” now dominating the news cycle, I wonder if this anti-work ethos and public airing of indignation will lead to actual systemic change,
or whether we’ll simply find a way to build a bigger and better mousetrap with every coming generation.

seeing how we’ve experienced two recessions back-to-back, I can’t really blame millennials and Gen Z’ers for wanting to unsubscribe from the girlboss subscription,

I do, however, want to sound the alarm regarding a sister trend, something a little more insidious.

a rising acrimony towards discipline and goal setting.

when you finally stop to question “hustle culture” and quitting the “rat race,” you’re typically so burned out that you develop an aversion towards using any will power, regardless to what end…
you may even look down on people who are disciplined and goal oriented.

because they’re now one of those.

I don’t know about you, but I don’t want to spend my days as the living dead,

I have read books laying on moss beds and can tell you it’s very uncomfortable, especially when you spend more time flicking ants than flipping pages.

I’m going to prove to you that you can live a soft life and still be disciplined, if that’s something you’re into, of course.

what does a life without goals realistically look like?
hours of screen time a day, body aches from lack of movement, social and intellectual disengagement…

when I wake up at stupid o’clock to go on my runs, I carry more than my body weight, I carry my hopes and dreams, fears and failures.
I carry my discipline.

when I budget my quarterly expenses I make sure to factor in trips to faraway lands and once in a lifetime experiences,

when I sit at my keyboard, I strive to do work I find meaningful,

and herein lies the problem,
using discipline to achieve goals that are not in line with your self is taking the fast train to an identity crisis.

I rarely do things that don’t directly aid my goals in these 5 areas:
health, relationships, career & mission, finances, contribution & meaning.

goals that are consistent with my own deep inner thoughts,
goals that build on my idea of success and bring me deep inner satisfaction.

my ever-growing bucket list ensures that I squeeze the most out of my time between adolescence and menopause,
anything else is gravy.

with very clearly defined yes’s and no’s, I can always listen to my own voice.

I can say with great ease that all of my time and attention are spoken for, so please do not ask for them.
(unless both our goals overlap)

I’m doing this not because I’m a “slave to capitalism,” not for internet points or other needs of social validation.

I’m doing this for me.

I hope you’re doing this, for you too.

I’ll see you tomorrow.

today is day 273 of the year, there are 92 days remaining of 2022.

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33 short lessons learned in 33 years

yes, it’s my birthday today.
these are 33 short lessons I’ve learned in the 12053 days I’ve graced this earth.
(no, I will not elaborate.)

  1. wear sunscreen;
  2. moisturize everything, especially your eyes;
  3. walk, run, bike, climb… move your body, do it barefoot;
  4. eat raw and fresh;
  5. fast regularly;
  6. humor is free, so think funnily because…
  7. nobody is watching, we’re all busy with our own lives;
  8. care less, retirement is a 21st century concept;
  9. care more, live intently;
  10. do small things often, because…
  11. quantity and consistency is better than quality;
  12. choose wisely, pain of discipline or pain of regret;
  13. automate as much as possible;
  14. get 1% better every day;
  15. specialize in following your dreams, not a skill;
  16. dominate 3 skills 25% better than most people;
  17. read 20 pages a day, keep notes;
  18. your brain is for processing not storing information, use it wisely;
  19. go first;
  20. create a morning routine;
  21. polish your thoughts, strive for clarity;
  22. meditate, if only a minute a day;
  23. write;
  24. create, don’t just consume;
  25. emulate your mentors;
  26. if it takes 2 minutes, do it now;
  27. surround yourself with people that put you in check;
  28. surround yourself with cheerleaders;
  29. travel, ask questions, get curios;
  30. you’re living your biography, make sure you enjoy reading it;
  31. call your parents, they miss you;
  32. be fun, have fun, nobody likes a downer;
  33. do the least harm.

don’t listen to me, what do I know?

I’ll see you tomorrow.

today is day 262 of the year, there are 103 days remaining of 2022

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