I have received many questions related to what has allowed me to come to the conclusions I write about.
The reason why I write about things no one else writes about, is because no one else can.
To become a unique snowflake, something special, you need to...
This is the exact recipe for becoming interesting and unique. Unique lives create unique people. Tough times create tough men - I know you've heard of this.
The funny thing though, the average person thinks he is extremely important, although he has never done anything outside the box.
Anything inside the box is easy. It's doing things outside the box that requires courage and audacity.
Most parents are similar. Their kids go to school like everyone does. The kids eventually find themselves in a college and then they get a job like everyone else does.
These people are just one big mass, but deep down all of them have a massive urge to be someone special. They just don't want to get their hands dirty or do anything outside the norm.
These people create artificial self-importance with beliefs which are nothing but bullshit and lies.
Because they don't have life experiences separating them from the rest, they create artificial uniqueness by deciding who they are, without doing a thing.
They add layers to themselves with ideas and concepts.
"This is the type of person I am and this is how I dress."
The truth is, they aren't doing anything special: they are just picking a niche group whether it's nerds, goths or rappers and think that makes them special.
Creating beliefs doesn't make you a unique snowflake - beliefs turn yourself into a freak, who isn't above everyone else, but beneath everyone else.
The niche people tend to believe they are special, when in fact there is nothing special about them.
All the radicals, all the "rebels" like Che Guevara fanatics, anarchists, goths or whatever, all look the same to me.
If they are so special, why do they speak, act and live like everyone else in their niche group?
People who are truly unique don't fit any other mold than their own.
They are the real outcasts, because they choose to live their own life instead of someone else's.
My actions and my experiences shape and create who I am.
I didn't truly understand my own uniqueness until I saw a wide variety of different people during my travels in Asia.
You are always more different to people of different cultures. If you are an American reading this, then you have more things to learn from me than my fellow Finn.
Most people don't want their "belief systems" being questioned, because that's the only way beliefs can sustain themselves in the begin with.
A man who has gone through hell, has no beliefs. A boy who has always lived in heaven, has only ideas about hell.
People like to hang around with people who are similar to them - because they want to feel comfortable.
I have gone through hell and I can show you the vouchers.
In China, I subconsciously wanted to hang around with people who were almost the complete opposites of me. Even my friend Eero Westerberg of Vahva Fitness has the opposite personality to mine.
In China, I saw Africans with Africans. Germans with Germans. Americans with Americans and Asians with Asians. Everyone felt comfortable with "their own kind".
If you want to widen your consciousness, you need to experience the opposite side of life to really understand life.
If you are poor, spend time with the rich. If you are wealthy, spend time with those who have nothing.
If you have always lived in a small town, move to a massive city of millions of people. The bigger, the better. If you have always lived in New York, move to a small village of Island and live with the local hillbillies.
Pick the culture which is the most distant from your own. What is the opposite of West?
I did exactly this and I wasn't even aware of it for the most part. My gut, my heart and my body guides me in the right direction and only in the aftermath I realize what just happened and why.
The result was a bigger understanding of life.
The result was also gratitude and understanding of how blessed many westerners are.
At the age of 18 I entered military service and although I wasn't heavily interested in joining the NCO school, I did it anyway, because I didn't want to have any regrets.
My confidence and public speaking skills took a great boost when I was having classes for 100+ newcomers.
In military I felt the worst I've ever felt. People who talk about "overtraining" have never come close to it.
I experienced hypothermia for the first time in my life (it's the state you experience before you die of cold). My feet were so cold that when I took my boots off, my feet inside the boots were frozen. I was shaking uncontrollably and my teeth were chattering so bad it felt like I was in a cartoon animation.
I experienced tear gas. I learned how to shoot with multiple different weapons and how to command forces.
I marched 50 miles in 24 hours with a heavy military gear on. At some point, every step was killing my feet. My tendons in my legs were hurting like never before.
As a non-commissioned officer, I had more responsibility than a 18-year-old should have.
The experience toughened me to a great degree and later I realized how little I care about anything on a world scale.
After becoming international, I saw how soft, boyish and immature everyone else was.
Working One Year as a Lumberjack.
People who romanticize working as a lumberjack haven't experienced it. They haven't met the lumberjacks they so highly idolize.
It's hard work - the working conditions are extremely rough. If you aren't sweating from hot weather, you are shivering from cold.
You are continuously being bitten by hundreds of mosquitoes and horseflies (this was the most annoying thing).
Despite wearing ear protection, your hearing will get worse. You'll get tons of scars because the trees will scratch you, cut you and sometimes you'll kiss the ground thanks to the rugged terrain.
I didn't complain, but I'm not going to praise it, because it truly doesn't deserve any. Shit is shit no matter how tough it is.
It's raw work. So is working in sewers or working in a mine.
Your mind will toughen and your body get stronger for sure. I got a 400 lbs deadlift without hardly any deadlifting, because my lower back strengthened to a great degree from the work alone.
When you move the entire day and carry heavy equipment, your body has to adapt.
When I was working as a lumberjack, for many times I wish I had rather been crawling in the army. Working as a lumberjack felt much tougher.
The guys you idolize, are only doing the work, because they don't have other skills to do anything else. Most of them are weak-minded alcoholics who would immediately quit the job if they could.
I worked a total of one year as a lumberjack. After the year I promised myself I would never do it again.
Living Two Months Alone in a Cabin with No Electricity, Water or Internet.
When I was working as a lumberjack, I decided to take one job to work far away in the backwoods of Finland. I had to live in a summer cabin with no electricity, no water and no internet.
For two months.
Back then smartphones weren't popular. I would sometimes text my friends with an old Nokia phone and joke about seeing moose all day, but that's it. I actually saw moose many many times.
I would go to work early in the morning, come back, read books and do bodyweight exercises all day. It felt like being in a prison, except I had no contact with anyone and I was free.
I would buy food and water from a gas station 15 miles away. Cooking food was one of my favorite past times, because I didn't really have anything else to do.
When it got dark, I would go to sleep, because I had no reason to stay up.
I was all on my own with nothing - and I loved it.
Disconnecting from everything taught me to listen to myself. To be completely alone.
I realized what it takes to live with absolutely NOTHING. No electricity, no water, no internet - just books and exercise.
I learned to appreciate even the smallest things like electricity and water most people take for granted.
Living in Foreign Countries.
I lived in Asia for a year. What an eye opening experience it was. I spent two months in Ho Chi Minh City, Vietnam and the rest of the time I spent in a 10 million city of China.
If you want the foreign hard mode, pick a smaller Chinese city where no one talks English.
You can't write the addresses for anything, because you don't know how to write Chinese characters. You can hardly get your message across, because you can't spell any Chinese words.
By far, living abroad was the biggest experience of my life.
I liked Asian girls, but most of them are daisy flowers. I want a rose with thorns.
If you are an average person in the West, you would be a rockstar in Asia. I really understood there are levels to this shit.
You won't really understand how the culture matrix has conditioned your mind until you step completely outside of it.
I became free and it has stayed with me.
I learned to appreciate money. I learned to appreciate clean air, clean water and clean food.
I learned about people. Now I can honestly tell the nationality of a person by just looking at him or her.
In one year I lived a lifetime. In Vietnam I truly learned what it takes to be successful.
I learned a lot about myself and how tough Scandinavians are compared to most other nationalities.
For the past thousands of years, extremely cold and harsh winters have wiped off all the retards and weak-minded people from here.
Cold weather makes people hard, comfortable weather makes them soft. When it's hot, you want to relax. In cold weather you need to be tense and active to stay alive.
People talk about contrast showers like they are miracles. I've gone to sauna for thousands of times since I was 4 years old and during winter months I've been jumping to cold snow or ice lakes for as long as I remember.
Other Things Worth Mentioning.
I did every "wrong" thing imaginable.
I don't even want to state all the things I have done: consuming illegal substances, getting into fights, having fun with girls or waking up in a jail cell.
I recently fasted for 3 days with nothing but water. After 1 day I barely could walk because my calves were cramping so badly.
I have been working out for 5 years and I'm relatively strong. My favorite exercise is the weighted chin-up and my personal record is a perfect rep with extra 55kg (120lbs).
I learned how to create video games when I was only 10 years old.
I speak four languages: English and Finnish fluently, Chinese and Swedish moderately.
I have a university degree and I finished my degree with 70 extra credits I didn't need. After the military, studying felt so easy that I was picking all the interesting courses and completed them without breaking a sweat.
While I was studying I was also taking the challenge of reading 30+ books a year in addition to the books I read for school.
The thing is, university is a kindergarten for adults. Everything there is ridiculously easy. That's the truth.
On a world scale, university studies are for the rich, so learn to appreciate that fact.
I Said Most Of The Things I Could Think Of.
Bragging with past experiences makes me feel weak, so maybe I can now shut up for life. I just felt most of this had to be said to not only illustrate the point but to also share my past.
My biggest accomplishment? Climbing up to the level I am right now from the bottom of the bottom of the bottom where I used to be.
If I had lived according to the expectations of everyone else around me, I would have never even made it to the university level.
I have done all the things no one expected of me since I was 15, because everyone else's expectations were ridiculously low.
I just never got used to what I used to be.
Now, I want you to watch me and see what I will do.
Until next time,