The Northern 📍

  Improvise. Adapt. Overcome.      It’s time to improvise. It’s time to adapt. It’s time to overcome.      For the past little while, I’ve been stuck running the same old path, using different words over and over again to explain the same scenarios. Running around in circles, over and over again. Attempting to accomplish something which has already been done before. Like a never-ending stairwell, constantly spinning in circles as it spirals on a Y-axis.      Moving forward is the only way to survive. In an ever-changing world, success is found in those who are fearless and prepared for every single scenario. Those who are capable of juggling multiple balls, and understanding what it is they offer to the world. What they wish to create and bring into an ever-evolving platform. Someone who understands what their purpose is, here on Earth.        I want my purpose to be worthy of remembering. I want to build something wh...

  The Ball Is Rolling.      Full Steam Ahead. There is no turning back.      Things are finally in motion which cannot be undone. The ability to move forward, and create momentum, so that nothing can ever hold us down. I must become the master of my own ship. The captain of my own destiny. I must become the individual responsible for all which I wish to receive. The Universe works for me, and it is ready to reward my faith.      Momentum is an addictive thing. Once you begin moving in a certain direction, it becomes more and more likely that the Universe will bend its will. You become a great force of nature, one which cannot be stopped by the outside force. The trick is, to get out of your own way. To allow the world to happen to you, rather than you controlling it. To bend your knee to no one but your own will. We must become true to ourselves and move in a direction which will create the most likely outcome towards our goals. That is ...

     Today, I feel destructive .      Today, I feel like breaking all the rules. Today, I no longer wish to be bound by the moral right or wrongs. It’s been a long journey, and I’m tired of it. I’ve been breaking my back, just trying to survive for too long. I no longer wish to fight.      Maybe that’s a sign of weakness on my part. Perhaps, I’m not as strong as I thought. Either way, the past while has been exhausting to say the least. A constant battle between light and dark, fighting against the demons and spirits which surround me. I have been at this war for far too long, and I have grown weary. I continue to take battle against the forces which are attempting to corrupt me- but for what purpose? What has been my reward? The overall battlefield has been bloody and disastrous. I cannot in my right mind continue down the road which lays before me. I have reached a breaking point- one which I do not feel like I can return to.    ...

  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...