The Northern 📍

  I’m Losing Faith.      I no longer believe in the people. And I’m far gone from believing in the system.      What more does it take? How much more, must we tolerate? At what point, does enough become enough? The slow, tranquil approach is driving me mad.      We live in a society, where nobody cares to think. Where money and influence are all that matters. Where morals and values, seem to be nothing more than a bad joke. A concept, which has not been present for quite some while. Where energy and direction are simply decided by a few figures at the top, who seem to lead us astray. The thought of being misguided, like a dog who trusts their owner, only to be brought right to the vet and have their very manhood removed.   -      The faith in the people no longer exists. The belief that we will, somehow, snap out of it, is all but gone. The slim chance of hope in which I’ve been holding on to, for years now, seems lik...

  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...

  The future is uncertain.      Whatever it has in store, it better be amazing. I’ve suffered for long enough, to not have some sort of hope waiting for me at the end of the tunnel.      I’m trying to figure out where I want to live, and build a life around. Something about having my own world to be away from the noise seems so peaceful to me. Perhaps not running away, but just starting somewhere fresh. Somewhere new. Somewhere, where I no longer need to be constantly attacked and bombarded by the nonsense going on around there parts 24/7.      Everything is a giant show. Politics. Sports. Religion. Everything. It’s all just meant to draw us away from our true self, and take away from our powers. I’ve been guilty of it myself, no question about it. Yet still, here I stand, alive and well. Well, for the most part. Being slightly unhinged isn’t all that bad, in my opinion. However, I lack a life of purpose. I lack a life of joy. The Lord i...

     Dana White once said that: If you aren’t excited for Monday’s, then you’re in the wrong field.         I agree with him on that. Monday’s should be the day you wake up excited, put on your boots and get back to work with enthusiasm. You should be foaming at the mouth to start the week off at 100% and face any challenges thrown your way with the ability to overcome them. After all, what is Monday if not for just another made up name we have been fed into our subconsciousness? Little deep for a Monday morning, I know.        Do you ever wonder if there truly is a multiverse? Do you ever sit and ponder on the thought of there being unlimited, alternative, versions of yourself, living elsewhere within time? Another wild question. Something about the idea is soothing, making it sound so satisfying. Nothing would make me happier than to know that perhaps there is a version of me, somewhere else in time, currently doing something...