The Northern 📍

  The Heat of The Moment.      Feel the sweat roll down your back. The heat of it all, pulling across your skin. The very existence of yourself, slowly curling up at the weight of the world from within. The heat of the moment, ready to attack and conquer your every sin.      Sometimes jumping right in is the only way to truly accomplish it. Overthinking never leads to anything worthwhile. The ability to simply act upon impulse, can be useful. The irony, however, is always taking your time before acting upon it. The constant back and forth between the mind and the heart, in an ever-enduring battle of the wits.      Thinking too much is a disease. That much, I am certain. One can sit there and think themselves to death, as they continuously evaluate every single angle. Overthinking, over worrying. Over everything, with nothing to show. The ability to simply ignore all that there is around you, and dive in with both feet, is a gift. To know...

  Surrender.      Let go, and allow things to flow. Allow the Universe to simply guide you, as you release all ego-driven thoughts and follow the current.      Fighting upstream can be an exhausting practice. in fact, most people make the mistake of constantly swimming against the current. They believe that in order to become the very best, they must be willing to fight agains the flow and fight their way to the top. Battle, agains God and the Universe itself in order to reach some imaginary mountain top, high above the crowd. I often think about what Mac Miller said on one of his songs, dealing with climbing mountains- once he got to the top, he realized, it was just a pile of rocks.      A pile of rocks. Nothing more, nothing less. Material, here in the physical world. A complete and utter waste of time. I suppose there is some novelty in climbing a mountain and reaching the summit. Many people who have scaled Mount Everest would proba...