The Northern 📍

     Communication is Key .      At least, thats what they tell me. Everybody, everywhere, preaching how communication is the most important aspect of any relationship, both personal and professional. If that is true, then how come so many people are so horrible at it? It would seem like a skill one should go to extraordinary lengths to master, in order to excel in their relationships within their own lives. Yet, over and over again, we see people who fail at it, horrendously.      I used to believe that people simply were born a certain way, and that was that. Some people, were born with skills in certain areas- while others, were not. I ate up the good old lie of talent, and believed that some people simply have something that others cannot possess. Perhaps some people simply are better communicators than others, because they were given said talent. Perhaps some people are better at clay sculpting simply because they were given that talent....

  Is it worse to have loved and then lost, or to have never loved at all?      I’m still haunted by your face in my dreams. Even last night, you visited me. Walking down the street, crossing paths. I keep on calling out to you, but for some reason you can never hear me from across the road. I guess my voice just gets lost in the wind. No matter how hard I try to reach you, you just don’t seem to receive the message. Maybe thats the omen, maybe thats the sign. Maybe I should just learn from it, and move on from these visions. If only it were that simple. To sleep has become my peace, my crutch. Sleeping allows me to be with you, to spend our time together. Even if it’s just by crossing the street and calling out your name- I’ll take it. Any moment with you beats a lifetime without. What a vicious cycle. It still baffles me that men used to go to war for their women. The entire Trojan War was fought over the beauty of a single woman. Yet here I sit, writing about you...

     Sunday Funday .      Let’s celebrate. Another week in the books. What did you do this week to make it count? What did you do to earn the completion of week 3 of 2024? Was it something amazing? Something incredible? Did you grind your way to the top, every single day? Or was it more of the same-old, same-old? Did nothing change from your year before? Time is such a weird concept. One minute it’s here, the next it’s gone. No pun intended. One year is here, the next it’s gone. One decade. One generation. One lifetime. Time, constantly flowing forward, regardless of what you say or do. In the grand scheme of things, Time, can be viewed as the true enemy. The true enemy of life, the true enemy of love, the true enemy of torture. No matter what you say or do, everything eventually turns into dust in the wind, lost within the fabric of Time.      See, the irony with Time is that without it, we would mean nothing. What purpose could one hold, if...

     And on the 7th day, He rested . Today might be that day. Who knows anymore. The truth is so diluted and twisted, everything seems to be out of whack. At this point, I don’t even know whether or not I believe the Earth is round. That’s how far down I am in the rabbit hole. That’s how deep this entire thing goes. I am completely and utterly losing my mind. What a joy it is. One must lose their mind in order to fit in, apparently. Although I would argue that fitting in has never been my strong suit. If everything is a lie, then what is the truth? Odds are, the truth is being fed to us in a mute and quiet way. That would be the best way to keep us deceived. By feeding us bits and pieces of info, scattered across the world, just to keep us entertained. Something so small and insignificant, that it doesn’t even trigger any alarms when announced. Something so minuscule, that we laugh or don’t even acknowledge it as it comes passing by our eyes. The whole world is under dece...