The Northern 📍

  Beauty in the Struggle.      I started watching Lord of the Rings again. Honestly, one of the greatest pieces of fiction ever written. The passion for detail, as the very story itself comes to life, is second to none. The constant focus on the history of the races, with their complex battles and challenges faced throughout the ages, is extraordinary. The understanding of a complex chess board, with moving pieces from every angle, help paint an utter masterpiece. Something which we no longer see the likes of today.      I couldn’t help but wonder, why was it that the author was capable of understanding such complex ideas in their head? How was it, that one writer, could envision such a mass migration of parts and cultures, forming a conflict so great that it was documented and watched until this day? The accomplishment is one which should not be taken lightly, at all.      When deep-diving into J.R.R. Tolkien, and the challenges he face...

Tonight, I ate ice cream with a fork at 1:30am.        Why? Because I can. What good is a life to live, if you can’t break the rules every now and then?           What kind of story are you telling, when you simply follow along the things that have already been done? Whose path are you walking, if you’re simply following a trail that’s already been paved ahead?                Break free from the ordinary, and do your own thing instead. Create your own momentum, and introduce your energy to a world that’s dying for creativity.                     Be the glitch in the system, causing everybody to turn their heads. Search deep within your madness, and find the courage to act upon it.                          Don’t live your life following the orders of another m...

  A New Beginning.      Can you feel it? That subtle shift in the air? The feeling of release, after months of built-up pressure, bubbling deep within? Slowly, at first. And then suddenly, all at once. Change is here.      Seasons come and seasons go. The world stops turning for no one. Nothing can stop the never-ending flow of time. While oceans may fade, and forest crumble- the death and rebirth are all apart of the same cycle of life. ✶      In order to move on to the new, one must first get rid of the old in which it holds. The shedding of the very nature, which has remained itself to be trapped, is essential in moving forward. Even the trees release their greatest creations- year after year- in order to produce something new. The need to let go of what has been, in order to create what can be again.      Things are different now, more than ever. The cycle of life which has come and gone, throughout history, marches fo...

  Is This The End?      At least, is this what it feels like? Has all this technology, all these black screens- have they simply shown us the inevitable future of mankind?        Sometimes, I feel like the destruction of our civilization is inevitable. I don’t think I feel alone in that sentiment, either. Have we as humans not always sought new ways to wreak havoc upon our own kind? Have we, as mad as we are, always sought new ways to rule over the ashes? The more things change, the more they stay the same, it seems. ✶      Humanity has always been doomed. Since the moment we discovered the wheel and planted our first crops. From harnessing fire, to building houses. The inevitable downfall has always been present, lingering in the shadows. Like a wolf, slowly stalking its prey. One can only continue forward so far, before eventually coming face-to-face with the beast.      Perhaps thats the secret, that’s been guarded...

  What Are You Waiting For?      So much time has been wasted in our lives, waiting for something to happen. Waiting for the right moment, for the right weather. Waiting for the stars to align. Sitting around, constantly waiting, hoping for change to sudden fall into our laps. What is it exactly we are waiting for, anyways?      Do we wait for the Universe to answer our calls? Or do we wait until we finally find the courage to stand up and answer the Universe as it’s calling? Are we meant to be, or become?   ✶      Nothing makes sense. Which, I suppose, means, everything does. Complete chaos does breed a secret order. Destruction does breathe creation. Nothing does summon everything instead. The never-ending back and forth of life, pushing and pulling, twisting and turning, constantly changing its ways.      The only constant that I can find is movement. Movement, that things will always continue to move forward. That...