Feeding Destiny Vs. Demons


by Jesse Daniels

Our demons crush us when we let them.

I’m a firm believer in Christ and Christianity. I don’t necessarily live my life like a Christian, but I believe in the God of the Universe. Now this isn’t a preachy, “do you have a minute to talk about our Lord and Saviour” moment. I’m not going to pretend like I’m scholared in my faith enough to do that without making a muckery of it. But I do believe I know a thing or two about being human, and about the baggage that inevitably comes along with that. I grew up a happy lower middle class life. I was blessed with a loving and strong rooted family. I was not blessed with the comforts of life that those more fortunate than I boast of. Don’t get me wrong. That was not a complaint by any means whatsoever. I am in absolute LOVE with my world and the place I’ve found in it. I’m simply expressing that I can empathize with hardship and the struggle with the demons that tend to tag along. I don’t think I look at demons as the traditional little red guys sitting on our shoulder, convincing us to be naughty. I feel like they choose to emulate every possible temptation and weakness we possess. They try every day to stop us from following our path, and strive to keep us lost.

So as I believe in the Light, I must also acknowledge the darkness.

Evil amongst humans is no scarcity. We pillage and absorb violently until the sponge of our obsession is limp and lifeless. We find new and creative ways to consume new and creative good feelings. We get SO GOOD at doing this, that we don’t even notice when hobby turns to habit, and when pastime turns to problem. Out of South Park of all places, this idea was driven into my head recently. I know, that’s a really weird place to have an epiphany. Yet as I mentioned, I’m a Christian, and I believe God plants seeds in our head in the least expected places. I’ll paint a picture for you with a little imagery. The kids of South Park elementary have all recently started playing the Terrance and Phillip mobile game. Stan’s father, Randy Marsh, is lecturing the kids about a Stan’s unhealthy obsession with it. This game involves micro transactions, flashing lights, achievements, leaderboards, and a false sense of purpose.

Sound familiar? It should.

I was hooked on a few games like this. Actually, hooked isn’t the proper term for it. Infatuated. Enamorated. Obsessed. The very root and meaning of this word was everything I was embodying. Of course, I’d play it off like nothing was actually wrong. “I just need to spin the local Pokestop, it’ll take a second” when I’m out on a nature walk, or “There’s a bonus Mario Kart quest right now, I CAN’T miss out!” in the middle of a movie. I had control of it. It was only little pockets of my day that I would give in. Just a brief second or pause in my attention to who and what is living and breathing right in front of me. Little pauses in my devotion to my relationships. Small slips back down the mountain I’m trying to climb. They never seem detrimental on their own, but collectively…they’re a landslide. Now you may be wondering if you’ve read this far how I’ve gone from talking about God, to South Park, to cell phones. What on earth is going on in this dude’s head? Keep your knickers clear of bunches, I’m getting there. The thought I (and Randy Marsh) want to provoke is this :

These mobile minigames aren’t fun. They are little flashing dopamine inducing bright lights that we try to compensate our demons with.

The SP episode actually goes along to explore the ideas behind these games. How humans are too adept at accessing things that provide us that good pleasurable feeling in our neurons. How we’ve gotten to the point where we become addicts. That isn’t a pretty word, but it’s the best description of our obsessions with our phones. Mini games. Likes on Instagram. Followers on Tik Tok. There’s a billion different ways we are getting fed exactly what we think we’re hungry for. There’s also a reason we feel less tired and more alive when we engage the world around us, as opposed to the one inside a brick in our hand. We put these virtual platforms on such undeserved pedestals every single day. And for what? They provide fleeting moments of joy, not lasting memory. I won’t speak for the readers, but I have never felt more fulfilled writing nothing, and I have never felt less accomplished after I’ve finished everything in a game or a show.

I’ll say that again.

I never felt more than when I wrote nothing, and I never felt less than when I watched everything.

I’m gonna go on a limb here and guess what the reason may be for this. When I would spend my days staring at a screen, be it computer, television, or cellular, I was not engaging the parts of me that made me feel alive. I was putting myself on auto mode, because it was easy, and it felt good. I was feeding this addiction and compensating for my own demons. Putting off things I really want to do in my life, because this couch is comfortable, and South Park is funny. What you don’t stop to think about is that when you become consumed by the simple pleasantries of life to the point of problem, you spoon feed your soul to your own personal demons. Depression. Sloth. Procrastination. Envy. Gluttony. Anxiety. Vices. Take your pick. There’s a reason why we turn to substances and distractions. It’s easy to fall under the weight of our demons. There’s a reason in that space, we’ll look for anything else to focus on instead of the problems right in front of us.

There’s also a reason we start to eventually feel better when we sit in the darkness and figure it the fuck out.

Stop blaming the screens. I’ve seen all the articles and studies, just like you have. No need to go off on a tangent thinking I don’t know that we’ve gone from consumer to consumption. I recently started working for TELUS, and my social media feed is full of ads for everything I sell now. Almost as if I spend a lot of time on certain websites, like I need to reference them for my vocation…weird. I know that the reason I get every notification about a concert coming to town is because I’m a “like” slut for anything musically related. I know why I’ll be thinking about Panago right around dinner time and all of a sudden, there’s an ad for SkipTheDishes on Instagram. The algorithms may be smart, but they’re also kinda dumb. However, throughout all of this hypnotization that leaves us pointing the finger at the device that REQUIRES our fingers…who is the real culprit? My screen time app wasn’t reporting critically insane levels because my phone decided to go into autonomous mode by itself. My stories weren’t scrolling themselves with the occasional doubletap. Your candies aren’t being crushed on their own….or however that game works. It’s me. You. Us. Humans. We are not the victims. We are the problem.

We’re also the solution.

Facing your demons without the help of substance or distraction is the easiest and hardest thing you’ll ever do in life. First you have to figure out the identity of both sides: what am i hiding from, and what do I keep running to? This covers so much more than just screen time. Do you spend too much time at the gym because looking good helps you forget that you go home alone? Do you post Instagram photos half naked because the likes you get make you feel like some version of popularity and fame in your mind? Do you brag about your stocks on Facebook to prove to others that your smart idea was actually a good one? Why do you need anyone else’s validation? You’re the rich one! If I offended you with any of these examples, I apologize, but that was the point. Opening your eyes up to a personal problem is often like cleaning out a messy crawlspace. Uncomfortable, confining, and there’s usually things there you don’t want to look at. I sure didn’t like looking at my own unhealthy habits and addictions. Still don’t!

I’m trying to stop looking for the solution, and start living the solution.

I’m the one that can put the phone down. Turn the TV off. Put the computer to sleep. I’m the one that can stop the distracting, and start the healing. I recently had one of those eye opener moments in my life. I’m not proud of my actions. My distraction came before my reasoning. I let my problems reach boiling point. The woman that fills my life up with SO much beauty and happiness had met with the unforgiving sting of frying pan oil spit cooking us dinner. I should have been present and rushed to her aid, and instead I had to finish a battle against another Pokemon trainer on my phone. This resulted in a quarrel that I felt qualified to win. I used all the same excuses. “I was almost done, just a couple more clicks. It’s no big deal. I’m not putting my phone first.” I KNEW how stupid these words sounded. I knew I was digging myself a deeper pit. I felt I needed to take a pause and go do some soul searching. So I took a walk after dinner. I walked around and sat in my head with my problems. I thought about why I was trying to fix my feeling of emptiness with more emptiness. Sounds about as rational as Trump’s political campaign, right? So I deleted every game off my phone that was sucking my soul out. Profiles, purchases, levels, characters. Everything. Cancelled the $6 monthly subscription that I had rationalized to be worth it because “I enjoyed the game”. I was tired of making excuses for my addictions. I was tired of letting my virtual life be a place where I could procrastinate from my real one. Now, I’m not saying go delete your Instagram if you spend too much time on it. I’m not telling you to stop paying for that Smule subscription if you sing more karaoke than a country bar on a Friday. I had to remove the temptation from my life in order for me to be able to put my life in perspective. I have an addictive personality. I chose to own that fact and adapt to it.

I stopped letting my demons win.

Now of course, I still watch TV. I still play video games quite a bit. I’m not a monk. I believe that we need to take small steps back up our mountain, not flying leaps. Wind is a fickle bitch, and so is life…it can blow you way off course. Better to find small victories than hope for great ones sometimes. My small victory was that I no longer have a place to turn my brain off for 5-10 minutes when I want to put off life. I want to be a writer, not a professional gamer. I want to make music, not catch every Pokemon. I’m 31 years old, and by no means is my life coming to a close anytime soon (I hope), but one day it will. I don’t want to wake up one day in the twilight of my life, look back knowing my only achievements were arthritis from a lifetime of little flashing lights on my phone, and a library of television show memories and jokes in my head. I want to look back on old times from the porch of my house and smile, knowing I was good at livin’, and lovin’, to quote Matthew McConaughey. Now here’s a question from me.

If you think you aren’t any good at that thing that sets your soul on fire, first ask yourself: how much time do I give to my passion, and how much time do I give to my distraction?”

I sat here for an hour or so writing this. It paints quite the vivid picture of how my scatter brain works and creates ideas. It also made me feel more accomplished than any likes on social media or achievements in a video game ever will. It gave me the time to spend in my own head, and my own space. It allowed me to explore my feelings, and meditate on how I feel about them. There’s a difference there, you know. Having feelings, and how you feel ABOUT them. Reflecting like this on yourself is what levelling up is like in real life. After I’m done writing it, I’m gonna make some breakfast, grab my headphones, and go on a nature walk outside. My achievements earned will be personal growth, a Vitamin D bonus, and an oxygen induced dopamine buff, not a flashing light farce. It’s a beautiful day to be something more my friends. Do you wanna keep compensating? Or do you want to start cultivating.

Our destinies complete us when we let them.

People Do Not Change…

Unless They Want to Change

This is an important rule in life. Remember it.

I know I haven’t written a blog post in a while and that is due in large part to focusing on further developing our podcast. However, my wonderful daughter woke up early this morning (loudly) and after cajoling her back to sleep, I decided it would be a great time to work on an article (thanks Sophia). Today’s article is about a very simple rule that will bring you a lot more freedom in your life. The rule goes as follows: people do not change, unless they want to change.

Remember Newton’s Laws of Motion? (I don’t, in fact, I had to Google it before continuing any further). In 1687, Isaac Newton (then not yet referred to as “Sir” until he was knighted in 1705, thanks Google) proposed his three laws of motion in his ground breaking work the Mathematical Principles of Natural Philosophy. His theories on motion, which eventually became laws (the highest order of the Scientific Method), revolutionized the way we see the world today. Well, some of us anyways (I won’t drop any specific names but they see the world as non-spherical).

Thanks for inventing gravity, bro!

Now, obviously, I haven’t read his book but from what I gather it can be summarized as didactically exploring the three different Laws of Motion. The three laws are as follows: #1 “without resistance: objects in motion, stay in motion”; #2 “the greater the force, the greater the acceleration”; and #3 “for every action, there is a reaction”.  I am no physics teacher (so definitely don’t quote me on the 2nd law) but for the purposes of this article we are going to extrapolate the theories of momentum and motion into human behaviour. That is that people who act a certain way are not going to change unless they either A) have to or B) want to. No amount of wishful thinking or mindforcework is going to make a person change. You can encourage change, you can even be the model of said changes but in the end: the individual is the ultimate decider, the force and the accelerator, of change in their life.

I have heard it said that a majority of the world’s mental frustration and angst is based upon trying to control things that are simply out of their control. When I work with children (and clients of all ages for that matter), I always tell them that the only person they can control is themselves. Not nature. Not animals (especially not cats). And not others. So stop trying. If there is a behavior that you do not like about someone, you have choices to make. You can either tell them about it and hope they decide to change their behavior or you stop worrying about it altogether. Notice how both of these choices are under your control.

If you have a friend who is chronologically challenged (they are late for everything, and I’m not talking 15 minutes here, I mean an hour) and/or has extremely poor communication skills (perhaps they were raised by Carthusian monks on a lifelong monastic silence) and it drives you bonkers. Stop. Reflect. Is any of this behavior yours to control? No. It isn’t. So stop trying. These people will not change unless they have to or want to. Now, that is not to say that you say nothing or do nothing with this sheepish individual. Again, go back to your self-agency. You can make choices for yourself. Ask yourself: what do I want? If you want your friend to improve on quality x,y, or z, then tell them. But do not text them. We shirk from conflict enough as it is these days and texting, being the new form of human communication that it is (even angry letters sent from Popes and contemporaries of the Middle Ages typically took time to put a level of thought into their diatribes), is simply not an effective method of having a constructive discussion. If you want people to change, you need to tell them and then they can decided whether or not they want to.

The other version of change is when people have to. But really, nobody has to do anything if they don’t want something of it. Take for example the case of the “hopeless alcoholic” (I borrow this character  from Bill W’s Alcoholic Anonymous) who can’t stop drinking. Indeed, the compulsive drinking of this reprobate seems to suggest that they are afflicted with something not dissimilar from a disease. It is killing them yet they cannot stop. They are addicted. They are powerless to the drink. Yet we hear of so many people with similar tales of addiction that are able to successfully become sober and remain that way the rest of their lives. But how? Because they want to. They want to be clean. For their families, their friends, themselves. They are proud of their success and their choices (and damn proud they should be). Even if an individual is arrested and told that they can’t, say, have a drink. They still could do it. But if they look at themselves and realize: I am not proud of the fact that I physically assaulted a newspaper box and soiled myself at a bus stop, I need to get myself together here. That is not them having to do anything, that is them wanting to do something. They want to change themselves. These are lasting changes. Not when the wife says do this or I’ll leave. Not when the police say do this or you’re going to prison. Only when the individual says, I need to do this for [insert reason, clause, ultimatum here].

I could write a lot more on this. I have decided that I will and put them into a book to be lost in the oversaturated market that is self-help books. But that is enough for right now. If you like this, then comment on it and ask for more. Share it with your friends. Print it. Frame it. Or burn it. Whatever you do, realize it is your choice. Realize that no one has control over you. That you are the most important voice and decider in your life. That is not to say you should be a selfish individual but rather that you do things because you want to. Not because you feel like you have to. If someone really cares about you, they will want you to do what you want to do. They will not pressure you, they will encourage you. So make good choices and remember that you can’t control anyone, so stop trying to force it. People do not change, unless they want to.


Image taken from: https://en.dopl3r.com/memes/dank/how-people-fixed-lightbulbs-before-isaac-newton-invented-gravity/792013

The Importance of Teachers

Summer vacation has started in most parts of North America for millions of teachers and students. Usually this is a time of immense joy. The pay off for a long hard year of academic pursuit; however, this break feels noticeably (and understandably) different. Due to the impact of COVID-19, the connection between teachers and students has been greatly affected with much of the learning taking place online. With everything taking place through chat groups, video conferencing, online calendars and a myriad of other digital tools- the very face of education change. In a very brief period of time. We went from going to places of education (schools), to transforming our living spaces into schools. Now, I am not the person to measure or assess the level of success that this had; however, I can tell you that this had mixed results. I believe it has much to do with the relationship between the teacher and the student.

Looking ready to tear up the afternoon Monday Math Meeting on Zoom. Photo by Julia M Cameron on Pexels.com

I should begin by stating my bias and why I have immense respect for teachers. I started my career as an elementary teacher before becoming a counselor and am still an employee of a school district. I work alongside teachers, students and families every day. I see the importance that a positive connection can have on an individual. (I also see the consequences of what a negative connection can have with a young learner). Connections are best established and maintained in person not online. That is not to say that you can not do this successfully online, it is just much more difficult and requires a lot more work and time. Something that we don’t have readily available in our ever increasingly busy lives. I have seen amazing examples of thriving online classrooms with lively conversations among teachers and pupils. I have also seen teachers provide tutorials for students who are struggling with specific concepts or one-on-one support for students who request it. The potential is there but there is still something missing.

Humans are hard wired for connections. Read any book on evolutionary biology or behavior. We got to where we are today by cooperation and competition. We did not enter the 21st century through isolation; however, there is growing concern that this is the direction we are heading. I am not against technology (I am using a blog to communicate this) but I do have concerns. I have previously written about the importance of positive adults in the lives of children and I believe that schools are wonderful places for this. I admit I am an optimist as schools can also be places that inhibit individuality and happiness. Buildings full of people but no personality, where “weaker” kids become easy targets for bullies. However, this has much to do with school culture and community that impacts the overall environment. Having a healthy school ethos or philosophy that encourages individuality as well as social-togetherness will develop happy and healthier minds (more on this on another time). The point is that environment, that is the setting and the place, plays a huge role not just in the learning of young minds but also in their well-being. Being stuck at home all day and trying to remember you have a math lesson at 10 is not easy for adolescent minds [1]. They need someone to be there to help them navigate the routine and the daily structure. This is what teachers do.

The focus on 21st century education isn’t on the “what to think” (or the acquirement of information) but rather on “how to think” (strategies that will help us decode, determine, argue, and acquire our own information based on the vast amount of information available). This is why we need teachers. It isn’t so much about memorizing information or facts anymore because anyone can do a google search. The focus is rather on developing the strategies and tools to think critically and openly as well as to express information constructively. It doesn’t take much researching to find that conversations on internet forums are often lacking in their ability for democratic discourse in many participants. We need teachers to help us develop the skill-set to navigate the world ahead. A world of information overload.

There is also a second major avenue that teachers help and that is in the well-being of the individual. What other profession can have such a profound social-emotional impact (either negatively or positively) on an individual? Almost everyone can recount either an uplifting story and/or a Dickensian archetype (the evil Grade [insert number here] teacher) of an educator at some point in their lives. I wonder/worry about those who can’t recall a memorable teacher. My success, not just in terms of career path but also in perspective, I owe in large part to a teacher who was there for me when I was a troubled teenager. Teachers make a difference especially the ones who develop a connection with their students. Humans are hard wired for connection but to establish connection you need presence.[2] It is much easier to do this when you have everyone in the room rather than individually seeking them out (I hear it also makes attendance a lot easier). Research also shows that the more involved a student feels, the more successful they become.[3] It is a lot easier to feel involved in something when you are already there and have someone to help you be accountable than sitting at home on a computer.

In conclusion, teachers make a difference in the lives of children and adolescents. It is difficult to argue otherwise. Contemporary education is not perfect. [4] And while there is much room for growth, it does provide an environment for many individuals to thrive, if used appropriately. I believe that school is not a place to do menial work, it is a place to develop the hearts and minds of the future. Yes, I know I am an optimist. I said that already.


Please feel free to comment on this thread with additional insights. This was a very brief article and I know there is a lot more to this subject. My aim is not to do it harm but to hopefully do it some small semblance of justice. Thank you for reading.

[1]Individuals benefit greatly from routine. The establishment of routines is associated to executive functioning which occurs predominately in the prefrontal-cortex of the brain. This part of the brain is not yet fully develop in children and adolescents until their early twenties. Thereby making self-directed accountability very difficult for many young minds. For more information see Behave by Robert Sapolsky.

[2] Think Wilson in the Tom Hanks classic Castaway. He had to give an inanimate object sentience so that he kept his sanity. Therefore, we are hardwired for connection.

[3] There is much research available on this. I gathered this information from John Shindler’s Transformative Classrooms: Positive Strategies to Engage All Learners (2010).

[4] It is important to note that I am talking about Western 21st century education here. A system that like many others has historical and cultural associations and implications, often negative ones. Look no further than the impact of Residential Schooling on First Peoples (Inuit, First Nations and Métis) in Canada to see how education has caused cultural, often labeled genocidal, harm.