The Northern 📍

  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...

  Habits.      Habits are what make anything possible. Not routine. Habits.      Routine kills. Plain and simple. The purpose of routine is to run thru the motions, until eventually you’re nothing more than a shell. A hardened, strengthened shell, perhaps. But a shell, none the less. Life slowly becomes nothing more than a constant check-list. A run-thru of doing certain tasks, over and over again. Gym, every single morning at 7am. Breakfast, every single day at 9am. Work, every single day at 12pm. And over and over again.      The creation of routine is designed to slowly suck the life out of you. Slowly, but surely, remove your body from your spirit. Next thing you know, you’re doing all these different things, without getting anywhere. You’ve created the perfect recipe for running in place. Constantly on the go, with nowhere to run to. Most individuals die to routine, in one way or another.      Habits, on the other han...