Hello World!

Welcome to Calm and Storm, my personal blog, where I will share thoughts, criticisms, ideas, about… well, life, really. Quite frankly, just like any other fucking blog, I’ll be talking about the things I am passionate about.

 

So, what’s that?

 

Before I’ll get to that, let me tell you a little story about an incident in my childhood. I can actually hardly remember any details from the time before I went to University (don’t ask why 😉 ), however, there was one day that stuck to me over all those years and I still have to think about it almost daily.

 

I was about 6 years old, and my mum took me on a ride with the subway, where I saw a homeless person, for the first time in my life. He was dirty, smelled, and hardly wore any clothes. I looked at his gauntly face, into his bleared eyes, and they were screaming for help. I could feel his desperation, and it confused the hell out of me. It made me so incredibly sad. I think it made me cry quite a bit (tbh, I am still tearing up, thinking about it).

 

What was wrong with this guy? I asked my mum and she tried to explain to me, how he was poor, how he – for whatever reason – landed in this predicament. She also said that it is important to help such people, because no one, for no reason whatsoever, deserves to live like that.

 

For the rest of that day, I could not stop thinking about him. I just did not understand. Obviously, I was way too young to properly grasp the concept of being poor, but I just felt, deep inside me, that there was something very, very wrong about that situation.

 

It’s been a long time since, but I still feel the exact same way, even more so, after having explored many parts of this world, after having met and talked to so many people who were socially-marginalized and neglected like this guy was. I have seen people dying on the streets, absolutely powerless to do anything.

 

As a matter of fact, where I am right now, there are dozens of homeless kids in front of my fucking gated condo, sniffing glue, sleeping in the dirt, trying to survive.

 

How the fuck is this possible, how can some have so much, and others nothing at all. How can we, as a society, as a GLOBAL community, accept that some people are so rich, they can’t even spend it, while on the other hand, others are dying of hunger?

 

I believe this incident sparked a burning curiosity about social order, about social justice, about how we relate to each other. Who is in charge, who makes those rules, which seem to disadvantage so many, the point of death even?

 

Ultimately I ended up studying law, as I thought it would help me to understand how our society is organized, and how it led to the world we live in.

 

Well, it mainly taught me how deeply flawed our system is, and at the same time, how vigorously defended by those in power or trying to get there.

 

In the years to come I would see many people struggling and suffering. Funnily enough, it wasn’t only the most disadvantaged, such as the homeless, no, also those privileged by the lottery of birth often seemed lost in life, in their pursuit of happiness. I was too! I had everything, yet nothing really made sense.

 

Yes, there were goals to work towards, mainly revolving around material objects and money, but that was never really my jazz.

 

But there was a place for people like me, which was on the left side of the political spectrum. So, like many others I would try shop sustainably, eat organic, support NGO’s, give money to the homeless…. You know, just trying my best to have a positive impact.

 

It felt good, in a way, but I could not escape the fact that all of that did not go anywhere, that it did not have any profound impact at all. The gap between rich and poor always only grew larger. More wars, bloodshed, hunger everyday in this world.

 

And as for my rich peers? Well, they worked their lives away, to the point of exhaustion: Burn out syndrome, depression, drug abuse, you name it…

 

It just seems our society is systematically flawed. But how can that be possible in a democracy? For whom is this system actually working, and isn’t there a way to make it any better, for everyone?

 

These are the questions I ask myself on a daily basis, these are the things I think and write about.

 

Personally, I dropped out of the system as much as I could. I don’t work 9-5 anymore, I try to avoid paying taxes. I seek answers out of the box, I try to explore alternative ways of living, and I am happy to share and discuss along the way.

In fact, I think it is most important – in order to progress as a society – to speak up and talk to each other. To share our world views, as different they may be, because I truly believe that we can all learn from each other.

 

So, wherever you come from, whatever you think, you are welcome here and I would love to hear from you!

Florian