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  I Grow Tired.      Longer and longer I go, the more tired I become. The constant battle, between what is meant to be, and what must be done, drains me. The battle between being who I wish to be and who I must become, over and over again. The fight against the very evil which is sent here to destroy myself and everyone that I love. I grow tired.      The path which lies before us all will be a dark one. The challenges which we will face will be ones that will determine the outcome of humanity. The weight upon all our shoulders, as we venture deeper into the abyss, is one that cannot be ignored. Oh, how I wish I could ignore it. How I wish I could simply bury my head in the sand, and forget about it all together. To ignore all the world around me, and simply surround myself into the present moment. The task seems so simple, yet so difficult to achieve. The ability to truly dial in, and no longer allow the outside world to affect it. To block out all th...

  The Heat of The Moment.      Feel the sweat roll down your back. The heat of it all, pulling across your skin. The very existence of yourself, slowly curling up at the weight of the world from within. The heat of the moment, ready to attack and conquer your every sin.      Sometimes jumping right in is the only way to truly accomplish it. Overthinking never leads to anything worthwhile. The ability to simply act upon impulse, can be useful. The irony, however, is always taking your time before acting upon it. The constant back and forth between the mind and the heart, in an ever-enduring battle of the wits.      Thinking too much is a disease. That much, I am certain. One can sit there and think themselves to death, as they continuously evaluate every single angle. Overthinking, over worrying. Over everything, with nothing to show. The ability to simply ignore all that there is around you, and dive in with both feet, is a gift. To know...

  The Vision.      I’ve had Aerosmith’s song, Amazing, stuck in my head for the past few days. Everywhere I go, I keep on singing it. The lyrics are engrained in my head, causing me to think about them 24/7. With a blink of an eye, you finally see the light. That one bar, forever stuck inside my head.      The blink is here. I have seen the light. I have seen the need for my existence. The ability to work and create something which has never been done. The attempt to build up, from scratch, something so deep and profound, that even the greatest of minds will sit back in awe at the complexity. The capacity to truly start from scratch, with absolutely zero, and design a world where imagination is to run wild and free. So is the way of the creator. So is the way of those who dare to dream.      Creation is something which is extremely difficult. Not only is it something which literally must appear from nothing, it is also something which no...

  The Future Remains Unwritten.      There’s a great quote that I’ve read which basically says that we can choose to wake up any single day of our lives, and change everything about it. We can choose to love a different band. We can choose to live in a different house. We can choose to follow a different career. We can choose to love different people and make different friends. Over and over again, the power of change lies within our own hands. Yet, most of the time, people choose not to.      Being comfortable is a deadly drug. Most people find a place where they are comfortable, and simply accept it as life. They become complacent, falling into a pattern of habits which slowly but surely determine the rest of their lives. They find themselves locked away, behind bars, performing the same meaningless tasks. Every single day, looking the same. Only to convince themselves that they are truly living. The tragedy writes itself.      Being a...

  Purpose.      A man in his purpose is worth 100 men who are not. A man who sees with his mind the exact reason for his existence will always outperform and outpace those who simply drift around, begging for existence. The reality is, purpose is a deadly weapon. A weapon, that which only the select few have been chosen to wield.      Every single individual, here on earth, has been assigned a purpose. Every single individual has been born, with a mission. We all have gifts and talents, which we can offer the world. We can all succeed, while performing within our own lane. God has made us in his image, meaning we are powerful beyond imagination. However, some people do not access their purpose. Some people simply allow the time to pass by, without truly tapping in. They do not see the urgency of their actions. They do not realize that they have the power to succeed. A man who has not discovered his purpose, wastes his time with pleasures instead. ...

  How Old Were You?      How old were you when you finally woke up and realized, everything is fake.        Fake food. Fake elections. Fake News. Fake Money. Fake Life. Even fake heroes, sent before us as the people’s champs. Fake. Fake. Fake. Everything, everywhere, all at once.        A part of your soul shatters when you finally come forward and see the truth. The image and lies you’ve come to accept as reality, destroyed into a million different pieces. The very construct of all you know, defeated by the truth. The illusion no longer persists, leaving you wide open and exposed.        Part of me blames myself, for ever falling for it in the first place. The thought that things were always in control and simply flowing along in a natural state speaks to my youthfulness and naivety. Being young and dumb, truly not grasping the true meaning of power and how it is applied, across the world. The reality is, w...