Could I have some sugar for my coffee?

I am from a small town; a very small town. The kind of town where literally everybody knows each other. The kind of town where you can ask your neighbor sugar for your coffee. The kind of town where if you are craving chocolate, there is only one place you can buy some. The kind of town where 300 people live.

I lived there for 20 years; Most of my friends still live in the area. We’ve known each other forever. Younger, we’d play in the wood, we’d build forts, we’d get in trouble for playing with fire; we just had a good time experiencing life.

I now live in the Greater Toronto Area, and let me tell ya, I miss my hometown. I miss being able to go somewhere and meet someone I know and just start a conversation. I miss not having to take traffic into consideration when going to work. I miss being close to nature (real nature; a bunch of trees in your backyard (if you even have one) doesn’t count). I miss the quietness, the peacefulness. I miss everything about it; Even the fact that people too often get their nose in your own life, and feel like they gotta know everything that’s going on. You just bought a new car? The whole town will know in a day.

I’ve been in the GTA for exactly a year and 5 months now, and I’ve come to conclusion that people here can be very selfish and self-centered. And I mean, I kinda understand why when your neighbor can see you washing dishes through his window and that living here is like living in a bee hive. Sometimes, it just feels nice to shut everything down around you to have a piece of quiet.

People here work too much, buy too much, relax too little and miss the meaning of community. They are more focus on finally being able to afford an in-ground pool they will never be able to enjoy because they work too much than just enjoying life and press pause for a moment. There is this whole social pressure “to succeed” which, in their world, means making a s*** load of money; and it seems like having goals that don’t involve making money and owning a house is looked upon as being a failure.

At least that’s how it makes me feel. Because I finally dropped out of university after a year of not being motivated whatsoever, because I do not wish to have an office job in a big company. Because I’d rather live in a little house in the middle of nowhere than having a gigantic empty house in town. Do not look at me as if I told you I was an alien! I want to live, not work.

And if it means that I have to live simply, I will. I’d rather do that than kill myself 50 hours/week and waking up one day realizing that I’ve done nothing with my life but work. I am sick of this capitalist world where everything gravitates around money. I am sick of the disparity between rich and poor. I am sick of seeing people dying of starvation when, us, spoiled little brats waste tons of food every day.

I want to live in a world where everybody helps everybody. I want to live in a world where people work to live and don’t live to work. I want to live in a world where, just like my hometown, people are friends with their neighbors. I want to live in a world where success means being happy. I want to live in a world where…Image


I’m an ant.

Please tell me, tell me I’m not alone in this battle. I feel like I am alone with my desire to make this earth better. I am a bit of a green freak, I’d like to think I can make a difference during my brief time on Earth, but man sometimes do I feel like I’m an ant fighting an elephant. It’s like nobody cares. NOBODY. How hard is it to take that newspaper, and put it in the recycling bin? How hard is it to brush your teeth without leaving the water on. There are people on this Earth walking long distances to have water and then they carry that 50-pound bucket back to their homes. How fair is that? If you can’t do it for the environment, then do it by respect for others. You don’t have to sell your car or stop showering to make a difference; every little move counts!

I am mad at people sometimes; and I include myself in, sometimes I do make bad choices. It makes me mad that people can be so selfish. Me, me, me. That’s all people think about. Honestly if society was more about “us”, if this economic system encouraged social achievements instead of individual achievements, we wouldn’t be in such trouble. We are sick, very sick. And I wish that more people cared about their impact on this very fragile eco-system. If you think that this will never affect you directly, you are wrong. If you think that you can live without it, you are wrong. Where do you think your coffee in the morning comes from? Space? No it comes from a cultivable land. Choices you make every day affect this land. You take your car to get to the corner store that is a block away? You add more CO2 on the air, it makes the atmosphere warmer, it rains less; and, guess what? Coffee plantations need water. EVERYTHING you do affects you one way or another.

So next time you decide to hose down your pavement, think about your morning coffee.Image

I hate school.

I hate school. I hate the waste of time; I hate the pointless things they make us learn just because we need to pass a certain number of classes to have a nice 11×14 piece of paper with our name on it that proves we somewhat fulfilled society’s expectation.

And what is this? Why do I have to have a degree hung on my wall to prove that I am knowledgeable, to prove that I am worthy of a successful life? I’ve been wasting my time and money for 4 years now, and I can honestly say that school hasn’t taught me anything valuable or useful. Why do we have to go to school to learn about a future career? We are being shaped by the few who control this world who want us to be a certain way; they are the puppet masters. We need to be good and efficient workers. We need to bring in the money. We need to work our 8 to 4 like slaves; doing repetitive and pointless jobs because that’s the way it is. Why can’t school be about life? Why can’t I take classes that’d make me be a better person, that’d help me live in society, that’d make me think for myself and analyse things around me? Why can’t we graduate in Life? Wouldn’t that be more useful? Instead, we are forced into this factory, having barely any freedom of choice, getting out of there brainwashed thinking that being successful in life means having a good job, a great house, 2 kids, a three-door garage, a cottage in Florida and a golden retriever.

Going to university (and graduating at some point) will be the first and only thing I will ever do to satisfy society. Once I finally get that piece of paper, then people can stop telling me what to do and leave me alone.




I’ve been thinking a lot lately. In fact, I’ve been thinking a lot for the past 6 years. Ever since I did the Katimavik program ( ), I realized that, first, I have a huge impact on my environment; second,  that our society is facing countless problems.

And it’s literally tearing me apart because I’ve also noticed that we – *activists* people – are an obvious minority, and it makes it very difficult to tell the world the truth, the REAL truth. And because I’m trying to change the world my own way I thought, why not use the internet and social media to share my thoughts? Maybe, somehow, I will switch on a light in someone’s head and make them realize things they had never thought about before. And because I am pretty comfortable in English and that English is THE world language, I decided to use it and put aside my French roots for the purpose of this blog. ( Sorry in advance for the grammar mistakes! )

I don’t know how often I am going to be posting here nor exactly what I am going to be posting, but one thing I know is that it’ll be about things in life that concern me, and that I feel are important to share.

Hopefully it’ll make me reflect on my own thoughts. And if nobody reads me well, it’s ok, at least it’ll make me feel like I am talking to someone and not feel so alone with my conviction.


* I do not consider myself an activist, because sadly I don’t have the balls to take real actions yet. Work in progress..Image