I’m not telling you what to think about yourself. This is a reminder for myself and you have the option to contemplate this.
I am a mere blink on the face of Mother Earth. I am not that important.
I am one person among 7 billion currently living. Each one of us is the center of our own universe. Over 100 billion humans have lived and they all have died. They all lived for a mere blink on the face of our earth. No matter how big of a deal they were they still died and so will I. Doesn’t matter whether my face is on a billboard, whether millions tune into me on TV, whether I make the world smile around me, or if I’m the president of the United States.
Update 07/18/16: See my updated vows.
My mission is to create happiness, health, and freedom on the earth and I don’t really find it fair to make a financial profit off this. Happiness, health, and freedom should be free. Who am I to charge money for these things? Health and happiness should be pure. All too often when you add money into the mixture it mucks up the purity. Even if it doesn’t muck things up it’s hard to tell if a person’s motives are pure when they are making a financial profit from their actions, no matter how much good they are doing. I want my work to be pure and I want to hold myself accountable. The earth has seen its fair share of well-intentioned people lose their balance when they got their hands on loads of money. To keep myself on track and to set an example for what can be done I have set guidelines for myself and am making them transparent to all.
Inspired by Gregg Segal’s 7 Days of Garbage campaign, I decided to call out a challenge to my friends on Facebook. I asked them to hold onto one month of their junk mail and snap a picture of themselves with it.
We get so much junk mail in the United States that I expected to see some pretty huge piles of junk. The average adult receives 5 to 10 pieces of junk mail a day which is 150 – 300 a month. That amounts to 41 pounds of junk mail each year for one person or 8 BILLION pounds for the entire country. That’s a lot of junk mail. Supposedly the average American spends multiple months of their life just opening this crap! 70 hours per year!
So here’s what my friends came back to me with.
I remember the feeling of hatred. I remember hating things. It’s been a few years now since I’ve felt hatred though and I think it is safe to say I no longer hate. This lack of hatred was no accident though. Here are 13 reasons why I think I no longer hate.
Welcome to my Tiny House!
Here is the first video of many to come from my off the grid, in the city, tiny house adventure. I’ve moved in and life is about to get real sweet. Well, it’s already sweet, but even sweeter now!
I just moved in a few days ago so a lot of work is sure to come, but soon I’ll be growing food, harvesting rain water, cooking with a rocket stove, powering up with solar panels, composting to create healthy soil, and using a compost toilet. I have no bills and no debt and will be living the good life in this 50 square foot tiny home! Simple living in the city!
With some big announcements to come soon, I could easily begin coasting through life right now. This year I’m working on a documentary, publishing a book, and I’m also in talks with multiple networks about a TV show. Rather than coast though I am leading by example more than ever before. I’m not in this for the money or the fame. I’m in it to create a just world full of happiness, health, and equality for all. So I’ve vowed to donate 90% of my earnings to happiness, health, and freedom for all.
This is the least amount of stuff I’ve owned, quite possibly since the beginning of my owning of stuff.
For years and years I wanted stuff and I wanted a lot of it. I grew up thinking that a big house behind a big fence was what I wanted when I was older. I dreamed of having a really shiny car. I wanted boats and jet skis. I wanted to really impress people with my stuff.
Not that long ago, my main priorities included binge drinking every weekend, looking good, and macking on pretty much every good looking girl I saw. I also wanted to be rich and to own lots of really impressive things. I was pretty tuned into that life and didn’t really think too much about how my actions affected the environment, people around the world, and the animals that we share the earth with. I was pretty selfish and if I did think about my actions I certainly didn’t do much about it. I did recycle, shut off the lights and water, and eat healthier than the average person I knew and I thought that was doing pretty good. But the list of negative environmental impacts was far greater than my positive impacts (which was nearly nonexistent). I owned two cars, shopped at Walmart for my food and my cheap crap, drank the cheapest beer I could find, took home my share of plastic bags, wasted plenty of water, ate too much meat, needed the newest gadgets always, and the list could go on and on. Not that any of these things are inherently bad but they definitely were not deeply serving myself or the earth.
I’ve come to the realization that the flights I take are quite detrimental to the earth. I’ve made hundreds of changes in my life to live more earth friendly but I’m not giving up flying completely as of now. However starting today I’m taking some serious responsibility for the flights that I do take.