The Northern 📍

  What Are You Waiting For?      So much time has been wasted in our lives, waiting for something to happen. Waiting for the right moment, for the right weather. Waiting for the stars to align. Sitting around, constantly waiting, hoping for change to sudden fall into our laps. What is it exactly we are waiting for, anyways?      Do we wait for the Universe to answer our calls? Or do we wait until we finally find the courage to stand up and answer the Universe as it’s calling? Are we meant to be, or become?   ✶      Nothing makes sense. Which, I suppose, means, everything does. Complete chaos does breed a secret order. Destruction does breathe creation. Nothing does summon everything instead. The never-ending back and forth of life, pushing and pulling, twisting and turning, constantly changing its ways.      The only constant that I can find is movement. Movement, that things will always continue to move forward. That...

  New Slaves.      How is it that we, a society of so-called intelligent beings, cannot see through the veil? How is it that we are constantly being hood-winked, by those who rule above us? And how is it, that we, the most advanced civilization ever recorded to date, cannot figure out that we are enslaved?      What bothers me the most is not that some cannot figure it out. In fact, most people probably are completely unaware of it. They simply run around, with no thoughts inside their heads, picturing butterflies and rainbows all around them. They are completely lost and delusional, living in a fantasy world. Which would pretty much explain the current state of things, and the trend that which we are headed towards. The insane belief that life is amazing and things are fantastic, while the rest of the world begins to crash and burn. Absolutely brainwashed, sucked into their black screens, starring at mind-numbing videos and content to make them forget...

  Does God Hate Me?      I never thought I would ask that question- yet here I am.      Does God hate me? Does he wish to punish me for something I’ve done? Or is it deeper? Does he fear me because he knows what I am capable of doing? I don’t know anymore. I simply am out of options at this point.      My faith is wavering, there is no doubt about it. As per usual, things simply cannot seem to work out. No matter what I say or do, I lose. Every single battle. Every single conversation. The never-ending streak of constantly being unable to pull thru and make something happen is a curse which I have never witnessed before. I am simply incapable of making anything happen from start to finish.        Obviously, that fault lies within myself. That is on me, for being unable to see something thru. However, even the external forces seem to be against all my momentum. Even they seem to be holding me back, not allowing me to r...