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...

  Reaching down into the flames of the depth, the great wizard had finally found his equal.      Upon the party’s arrival into the depths of the dungeon, the cold, dead air, changed. What once lay as nothing more than a musty old mine, slowly began to feel like there was life once again. At first, no one from the party had recognized the change, say for the wizard. Only he, the wisest of them all, was able to detect that something was a mist. And yet, for all the years of wisdom which he had accumulated- he was foolish enough to chose to enter such a forsaken place to begin with.      As the group began to push deeper and deeper into the crust of the Earth, the light from above them slowly began to fade. The sharp moonlight, which had be reflected to guide their way through complex mirrors and tunnels, began to fade. The very light which had guided them so far into the journey, slowly began to succumb to the eternal darkness which now surrounded them. ...

  I Grow Impatient.      Patience is a virtue. Everybody, everywhere, can recite that line. It is a phrase which has been used more often than I care to count. From waiting for the right moment to strike, to sitting still and allowing the future to unfold- patience is the cornerstone of all things surrounded.      Regardless, I grow impatient none the less. I grow tired of sitting around, waiting for life to happen. The age-old lie of simply being still, and all that is meant to be will magically appear. The nonsensical ideology that everything is happening as it is meant to happen, exactly when it’s meant to be. The never-ending hours and hours of sitting around, hoping things will one day be okay. ✶      The future is built by those who are brave enough to chase it. Those who are willing to stick their hands into the mud, and dirty themselves for the very goal they wish to achieve. A builder does not build a house, by sitting around wa...

  Letters Forming Words.      Some days, I do not feel like writing. Some days, I simply wish to close my eyes and play dead. However, discipline is a practice- one I continue to sharpen, day-in & day-out.      Repetition is necessary in order to grow. Ask any body builder in the gym how they got such big biceps, and they’ll tell you the exact same thing. They may even dive into dieting and macros and semen retention- but that’s a whole different story, I suppose.      Overall, improvement is only possible when we practice. Practicing, over and over, until we get the desired results. Some days, we do not feel like practicing. In my experience- those are the days when our practice counts the most.        One of the greatest lines I have ever heard is from the movie Dune. Actually, I suppose I should say the book- credit to Frank Herbert where it’s due. Regardless, the greatest line comes from the scene where Paul A...

  Everything I Want To Do Is Illegal. (E.I.W.T.D.I.I.)      Everything I want to do is illegal. Everything I dream of achieving, requires me to be outside the law. I long to be free from the constrains of society. I romanticize the uncontrollable chaos. The rush of blood to the head, as your heart pumps with adrenaline. The sudden urge to do whatever is necessary to win.      Everything I want to do is illegal. No matter where I turn, there are rules to bend. The very fabric of the world in which we live in, guided by a false-sense of stubbornness. All the signs on the walls, pointing towards what is accepted. All the silent rules, being enforced by those who are already dead.        Everything I want to do is illegal. From the constant chase of dopamine, to the simple survival of being a man. The ability to fight and create violence, in order to achieve whatever falls in my head. The need to be unleashed, free from all the misery a...