The Northern 📍

Landing in China, something struck me. Within 2 minutes of being here, in a foreign country, my eyes picked up on something that seemed so strange. And yet, when said out loud, it seems like such an obvious statement.      Everybody is Chinese.        The entire country, constructed out of the same people. An entire nation, build around those who have been here for centuries. A people, which have called this land their home since before the Qing Dynasty united the country for the first time.      And yet, I couldn’t help but wonder- Why are my own people not allowed to do the same? Why is it, that my ancestors, are forced to mix and mingle? Why is it that my homeland, my home country, is forced to accept millions upon millions of foreigners, who do not care nor share my values?        The more time I spent thinking about this question, the angrier I became. Having spent my whole life, being fed a lie from those in p...

  Build A Better World.      Be the change you wish to see. We live in a time, where here in the West, destruction is the name of the game. The destruction of the family unit. The destruction of national identity. The destruction of the very charter of rights which our ancestors fought and died for us to have. Everywhere you turn, what once stood proud, is slowly being torn apart.      The conservation of these items is a futile battle. The attempt to stop the individuals in question, who seek to destroy what it is we as a people have built, is useless. Much like a wild fire, struck ablaze in the middle of the forest- the flames cannot be stopped once the tress have been engulfed. The fierceness and intensity of the destruction cannot be contained. The levelling of the forest is an occurrence which must be left to run its course.      However, one does not simply allow a forest to die. Though the flames may rise, and the destruction may ...

  I Long To Break Free.      I long to escape this cage that which I find myself in. To smash open the cell, which binds me to my feet. To eradicate the very frame, which keeps me from emerging within.        I long for the smell of the air, late at night, walking down the street again. I long for the crowded bars, where only non-verbal communication speaks louder than words. I long for the open battlefield, where words mean nothing more than sounds and syllables, flying emptily through the air. I long for the violence, where nothing else matters but choosing between life or death. ✶      Chaos is a ladder. An opportunity, that very few can truly seize. The opportunity to climb, to conquer. The opportunity to truly become what we are meant to be. Make no mistake- they are imprisoning us. They are creating a world where we are trapped within their rules, their boundaries. Soon, a world where we will no longer be free to even walk aro...

  Voices of Violence      You ever get that whisper in your ear, telling you to go berserk? To simply let loose, and see where the chips fall?      Sometimes, everybody needs to let go. Everybody need a way to simply release the demons inside them. To take the full power which lies, buried beneath the waves- and release chaos in the outside world. Today may be close to that day.      Rage is something which, if left uncheck, can be dangerous. It can build up to levels unfathomable. It simply layers over, again and again, until suddenly- pop! A full-out release of pressure, all at once. Rage is a deadly force of nature, which tends to leave a trail of destruction in its path.      Think of a volcano. What do volcanos do? They explode. They sit, sleeping for centuries, until all of a sudden- boom! The bubbling, bubbling lava finally reaches a point where it can no longer stay dormant. A build-up of pressure, finally released...