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Articles about healthy living, my life, my interests (music, mainly) and philosophical questions about life.

My 4 favorite heavy metal singers with angel-like cleans and super sick grunts

My 4 favorite heavy metal singers with angel-like cleans and super sick grunts

Let’s do something light-hearted for a change! If you know me just a little bit, you know I like my metal as heavy as it gets. That doesn’t mean that I don’t appreciate a lovely voice! I just appreciate it more when it’s offset with the

You are not enough

You are not enough

What capitalist society ingrains in us is highly toxic This question is keeping me up at night: when am I enough? With that, I mean: As a human being, am I good enough as I am right now? Am I doing enough useful things? Am I productive enough? What is

I lost something precious (without realizing)

Did you lose it too? It’s 2009. I’m getting on the bus to travel back to my student dorm. I just visited my parents for the weekend to catch up on things. I don’t have a car, so I always use public transit to reach the village

Jack of all trades, master of none

About that one time in my life I tried to specialize and it backfired tremendously It took me way too long to admit to myself that I like being a jack of all trades and a master of none. I cannot for the life of me retrieve a lot of

Mental sorrows without a stack trace

Trying to debug my mental health, but sadly I just have to accept that there’s not one answer Mental health issues are not new to me at all, I’ve been dealing with them since age 16-17. I’ve been depressed twice, the last time was at age 22.

Worries from an automation-skeptic

Automation makes sense in a few sub-contexts, but should not be taken to the extreme. I’ve been an automation skeptic as long as I’ve been working in IT, an industry that’s all about automation. That doesn’t make sense on a superficial level, but I feel like

Music just hits different during puberty

The 7 most influential albums on teenage me. Looking back, is there a time other than puberty when you’re more open to impressions, feelings and experiences? Thinking of the period when I was 14 to 24 years old fills me with all sorts of strange emotions, a strange mixture