Much Like Matches 🪵

 Exhausted.

    Every single day, a new development. Every single hour, a new story. The constant push of lies and deceit, constantly overflowing the airwaves. This world truly can not know peace.

    As much as I am tired writing about it- the enemy does not sleep. As much as I wish to focus my energy on something else- the enemy does not allow me. We are living in the most complex and mind-altering time ever recorded.

    The forces at work here will stop at nothing until we are dead. Plain and simple. Not only do they seek our mortal destruction- they seek our spiritual death, as well. They wish to push us to our brinks, to create a world where free men no longer know freedom. Where one is burnt out from the forces which are constantly attacking him. Where man becomes nothing more than a slave to his habits, driving him to the edge of insanity. Another wasted life, amounting to absolutely nothing. Zero-sum.

    God created me a fighter. Ever since I was a child, nothing was ever handed to me. I’ve had to fight and claw my way into every single battle, only to acquire the tiniest of scraps. To put on the armour, every single day, just to get out of bed. To fight every conversation, just to no longer allow the world to tell me who I am. The never-ending war, of resisting the evils which attempt to control me. Especially here, in the West.

    Forces beyond our understanding are at play. To ignore than, is simply to be ignorant. To sit around, and live in a fantasy, where everything is warm and fuzzy, is the sign of a low-intelligence man. Understanding that we are being attacked, is the first step towards deterring it. For if one does not stand up and fight for themselves, one cannot expect their neighbours to do the same. Piece by piece, society crumbles, with every man lacking the courage to stand up and become outspoken about that which he believes in.

Much like matches- ideas are contagious.

    As many CEO’s have stated, over and over again- Intelligence is not the determining factor. Intelligence, is a gift which we have all been given. However, success requires something greater. Success, requires the courage to succeed. As the macro-economic factors continue to drive us towards poverty, towards communism, the courage of men falter. And with it, so does the country that which he calls home.

    Taking risks, when you know you can recover, is not a measurement of courage. Doing whatever it is you wish to achieve, here in this life, is not a leap of faith when there is a mattress to catch you and break your fall. In previous times, risks were less of a challenge. When one can lose everything, and recover, all within the span of 6 weeks, one becomes addicted to the gamble. Much like a poker player, or blackjack, always willing to go all-in to chase the gold at the end of the rainbow. However, when the economic conditions that one grew up in, suddenly shift- when the country that once was home becomes a foreign-occupied land- then risk is the difference between life and death.

Make no mistake- we are at war.

    Do not kid yourself, and pretend that this is normal. We as a nation, as a society, have no experienced normal in a very long time. Something has shifted. The ground that we once stood on, is no more. The very fabric which held our society together, has been torn apart and cast into the wind. Much like a rat, chewing at the strings which hold the sack together- we have been torn apart from within.

    How long can one nation hold back its anger? How long can the citizens of a conquered world, pretend? The constant numbing effects of entertainment and distractions, pulling one away from understand what is really going on. Attention spans destroyed, dopamine hits on every corner, drugs taking over the very fabric of reality. Aa vicious cycle, used over and over and over again.

When will the sleeping giant awaken from its slumber?

When will the forces above finally break out spell?

    For we, the people, have been conquered.

And it seems like nobody can even tell.

Godspeed.