Hi, my name is Sebastian. I was born August 1990 on the outskirts of Brussels, Belgium.
As a caucasian male, cultivated in a socialist society, it is safe to say I have lived a privileged and comfortable life.
Nevertheless, like most of us, I have made plenty of mistakes, and hold my fair share of regrets. It is the toll we pay for the road taken. After all, life bears a trial and error learning curve.
However, I have never known any true hardship other than the paradoxical burden of excessive choice, prevalent in today’s post-industrial society. Which I have to admit, has infiltrated virtually every aspect of my life.
So, at the age of 21 I decided to step out of my comfort zone and volunteer at a school and orphanage in Thailand and Cambodia for several months. And while it was a confronting experience, it wasn’t until I returned to my life of Riley that I started to experience great discomfort. All of a sudden my "TGIF" double Jack on the rocks tasted like deprival, my blues solo started to sound more like K-pop, and my family dinners seemed like medieval royal dining.
This cognitive dissonance, for better or for worse, induced an identity crisis which eventually led me to forfeit the rat race I was initially so eager to win.
I have since continued to travel and volunteer in short bursts while trying to figure out how to lead a balanced, productive and happy life. Now, 25 years old, I am being kindly reminded that life is fleeting and the time for contemplation has passed.
So I decided to take the road less travelled in pursuit of a simpler life.
