The Northern 📍

  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...

  Another Year Gone.      Another year gone, and what do I have to show for it? What do I have now, that I did not have 365 days ago?      I’d love to sit here, and list all my accomplishments. I’d love to give myself a huge pat on the back, congratulating my every single move. Yet, as it is so often, reality is much more disappointing than it seems.      Sitting back and recognizing that you’ve made progress, is not something to shake your fist about. However, at the end of the day, we all sit back and realize that we could have gone harder. We could have accomplished more. We could have dug a little deeper. That whatever it is we have today, is simply a reflection of the actions we took a year ago. I do not regret my actions .      I hold no ill will or remorse towards the decisions I made. In fact, I admire them. I admire the courage it took, to cast away all which weighed me down, in search of freedom. In search of mea...

  No One Cares, Until You Win.      No one. Nobody. Nothing.      It’s a harsh reality that we must come to face, day after day. The cold, hard truth that we are only as good as our last victory. That our words are empty, unless there is great success behind them. That we are nothing more than a collection of wins or losses, determining our value and worth.      While this may sound as a degrading and rude description- it is our reality. Especially, for those of us who call ourselves men. The world will continue to treat us harshly, until we have something to show for it. Something to show for all our efforts and work which we put in.        Nobody cares about the journey that we go through. Nobody reaches out, and shows sympathy to a man who cannot win. They fill his head with empty words, pretending to be on their team and supporting them, all the while they disrespect you and continue on as if you are nothing more ...